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Anonymous Wed 04 Sep 2024 02:41:26 No.68853191 Report

>>68853141
aftermath of male schizo's E4.1. either Nona finding out or coming to his funeral. her friends are there.

Anonymous Wed 04 Sep 2024 02:43:55 No.68853243 Report

Quoted By: >>68853257 >>68854800 >>68855197

>>68853191
Fuck that.
How about his mom notices the missing knife and quickly finds him and he's saved then he wakes up to Nona angry crying at him but being relieved he's not dead.

Anonymous Wed 04 Sep 2024 04:29:20 No.68855197 Report

Quoted By: >>68855347

>>68853243

>Damn it's hot out today. I step inside for a break and maybe some lemonade. I wipe my brow and trot into the kitchen, hearing the shower running upstairs. Probably Wes. I stride into the kitchen and open the fridge, looking for the the pitcher of water we keep. Something inside me screams. Some motherly instinct just screeches in my ear in panic beyond panic. What in the world? What's setting this off?
>I close the fridge and step back, setting the pitcher on the table. I glance around to see if there's anything of note. Nothing sticks out but my stomach sinks deeper and deeper. I feel so sick I could faint.
>My fear points my eyes at the knife rack and I suddenly notice it. The knife I keep sharp on the counter top, the paring one missing.
>It's destructive. I don't stop. Nothing could. No man, nor force of nature. I'm sprinting up the stairs. Anything but that. Wes please. Please be okay.
>I slam my entire body into the door and whinge it open. My world shatters as I see him, eyes drooping sitting on the floor of the shower. Red streams flow from his wrists.
>His chest still moving up and down, slowly. Nothing lives in my head anymore. The gauze comes from the cabinet instantly and I get him bandaged as I shut the water off. Phones out and nine-one-one is already on their way. I'm no longer Wesley's mother, just a force of will. My mind won't let me think for even a moment on what might happen, the chance he's going to leave me. I'm laser focused on him and his well-being. I text Karl and let him know I'll be in the hospital with Wes, to call me when he has the time.
>In a blur the EMTs get here and drag him off, assuring me he's going to live. Can't collapse yet. I follow them to the hospital in the car, eyes laser set on the ambulance. Karl rings me as I'm following.
>"Anna, oh my god is Wes okay!?" He's panicked and losing it, whisper shouting.
cont.

Anonymous Wed 04 Sep 2024 04:37:10 No.68855347 Report

Quoted By: >>68855481

>>68855197
>Calmly I respond. "He's going to be okay, now. I'll text you the room details and updates. I love you, okay?" The line goes quiet as I hear him collect himself.
>"Alright. Tell Wes I love him, okay?" I feel the drive start to crack, start to threaten to let tears out.
>I respond, "I will. You can tell him yourself tonight. Love you, bye." I have to shut the phone off before I let my husband undermine my will.
>"Love you, bye." He hangs up and I almost throw the phone as I grip the steering wheel.
>Finally we get to the hospital and I park as close as I can without threatening to be towed. My legs won't move any slower than a jog. I almost slam the doors open and thankfully a nurse is ready to speak to me, leading me aside to inform me of his condition.
>Stable. The words pound a nail into my head. He's going to be alright, they'll put him in a room soon but he's going to have to be restrained. I bite the inside of my mouth but accept. I hate having to do this to him but I almost lost him. Some concessions have to be made.
>I'm set down in the waiting room and told that he'll be in a room within an hour or so. An emptiness strikes me.
>Adrenaline now calming and soul no longer ablaze all I feel is deep sorrow. The second I see him in that bed I'm going to sob. I already know it. I stare at my phone, a picture of the family as my background.
>I've lamented life for so long for cursing my boy. For stealing his life away and making everyday life a fight. He deserves to be happy and I'd thought he was doing better, finding his peace. I open my contacts and scroll to the girl he was dating. Nona. We'd kept in touch a bit before she leapt off to college.
>I hesitate to tell her. There's a chance she wants nothing to do with him, wants to live her life not tied to the poor boy. I swallow and send the text anyway, letting her know Wes is in the hospital. I keep the details light and worry I might just never get a response. How he'll take that.
cont.

Anonymous Wed 04 Sep 2024 04:46:05 No.68855481 Report

Quoted By: >>68855512

>>68855347
>Before I can even put my phone away it rings. I check to see Nona's instantly calling me. I answer.
>"Hello?" She fires back, scared and bordering shouting.
>"Is he okay!? What happened!? Which hospital!?" The barrage of questions stun me momentarily as I respond, slowly.
>"He's...made an attempt on his life." I morosely state out. The silence is like a black hole. I struggle to escape it as I relay the location of Bluffs Hospital to her. Her voice is strained and torn as she speaks back.
>"Thank you." And my phone beeps letting me know she's hung up. I slowly return the device to my pocket as a nurse approaches. It's time.
>A short elevator ride then I'm off to see him.
>It's as I thought. He's strung up, IV, eyes shut and strapped down.
>I can't hold it and just snap instantly. I get a hand on my shoulder as I collapse on the foot of Wes' bed. My little boy hanging by a string. Unable to live. Unable to thrive.
>It's horrendously ugly. I clench at his legs as I do, they're almost cold. Sniffling and sputtering I don't move for a long, long while. At some point Karl even shows up, unable to soothe me either. The day rolls long and I finally fall off of Wes, sitting on the floor unable to feel. Numb and beaten.
>Karl helps me up and into a chair. He strokes me and coos words of encouragement. I can't hear any of them. My world nothing but a gray blob as I start to fade off. Sleep is a nightmare.
>The scene of Wes, eyes empty and lifeless sitting in our shower. It's all I can see. I'm snapped awake as Karl shakes me.
>"Sweetie." His voice quiet and sure I slowly peel my eyes open to see...
>Nona. Standing at the entrance of the place, eyes red and stuffed. I blink as she slowly strides over, eyes locked on Wes. He's not yet woken.
>She leans next to his face, quiet whispers echoing the room. "Don't leave me."
>I watch as she shakes and cries. My eyes grow wider and wider as Wes' eyelids flit, slowly opening.
cont one more.

Anonymous Wed 04 Sep 2024 04:47:48 No.68855512 Report

Quoted By: >>68855567 >>68855646

>>68855481
>His voice is almost nonexistent. One question, strained and forced.
>"Nona?"
>I'm squeezed tight by Karl as we both cry. Nona hugs his neck and sobs right along. I watch as he gently blinks, eyes up on the roof.

Fin

>>68853356
Next, last for today as well.