"No this can't happen again! You can't die!" Malcolm blurted out as he rushed over to my body. He quickly took a needle out of his pocket and injected it into a vein that would lead to my heart. It had the bright green chemicals in it. It was all too familiar to him. "We have to get him to the hospital!" Mr. Beal shouted.
"I'll get him." Malcolm said as he picked up my body.
"Quinn you take my car, we'll be right behind you." Mr. Beal tossed Quinn the keys.
Quinn drove off with Malcolm driving behind them. As Malcolm drove fast speeding past the limits Mr. Beal held me close to his chest. He didn't want to let go. He was so scarded that I would never come back.
He cared so much for me yet he knew so little about me. We hardly knew eacthother. He was so worried that Malcolm or anyone else wouldn't be able to save me. That my life ended before it really even started. I had expierienced so much in my life that most people wouldn't. But I didn't care. It was overwhelming. All of it was too much.
I always lost control to the point where my body couldn't take it anymore. My mind would go through more pain in the span of a second compared to the span of my whole entire exsistence. I was actually suprised that I survived as long as I did.
"Malcolm we have to go faster!" Mr. Beal yelled. Malcolm went so fast he passed Quinn up. He took a sharp left turn, which Mr. Beal didn't expect.
"Where are you? This isn't the way to the hospital!" Mr. Beal was confused.
"I didn't plan on going to the hospital." Malcolm spoke with a sharp voice.
"Then, where are we going?!"
"You'll see. I can't have people finding out about him. Plus, this'll be faster." He explained.
"Where the hell did they go?!" Quinn was worried. They didn't see Malcolm turn. It was like he had vanished, Quinn thought. They were so nervous. It was one thing to see someone die but to watch someone you care about fade away at you're sight? That's totally different. I mean Quinn and I only encountered each other a few times but we still liked one another. We were always friendly towards each other.
Quinn could hardly focus on the road as they were lost in thought. Millions of questions wandered through their head. Quinn sighed. They tried not to think about it. Quinn would always hide their feelings. They wanted to stay positive. Because, no matter how sad or angry they were... they didn't want to let it show. That's what they were doing in that moment. Even if Quinn was by them self. They wanted to help others cope instead of dwelling on their own emotions or insecurities. Not a day went by that Quinn didn't worry. Not for them self, but for others. Not a day went by that Quinn didn't think about the bullies, or their parents. Life had to go on, and to be happy, they couldn't let all of the depressing thoughts bring them down. They couldn't let their past ruin the future. Because, if that happened... Quinn wasn't sure when they would be able to get back up.
"Are we almost there?" Mr. Beal was impatient.
Malcolm stopped the car. "We're here." He said.
It was an old cemetery with barley any flowers. The head stones had broken pieces and you could hardly see the names written on them. There was one cript. It read the name "Lilino" on it.
"A cemetery!? You want to bury him?!" Mr. Beal asked.
"Don't be ridiculous. That's not happening. Let's go." Malcolm exclaimed.
He ran over to the crypt with Mr. Beal just behind him. Malcolm opened it up with a key and went inside. Of course Mr. Beal was confused but he didn't care. All he was focused on was saving me.
Malcolm opened the black casket to see an old skeleton. It had one earring in. He pulled it and then closed the casket. A few seconds later they could feel the ground rumble. Malcolm stayed calm and had no reaction. Meanwhile Mr. Beal was surprised.
The casket moved and underneath was a staircase made of stone. It looked like something you would see in a movie. "Come on, John. We don't have all day." Malcolm quickly started to walk down the stairs.