Suicide Line (Completed)

Chapter 3

<Charlie Hutson POV>

While being scanned and holding on to Jason's hand, I felt tears pooling into my eyes.

I didn't want to be here, it felt as if I was on display for sickos.

Weston put me on display for his 'friends' every once in a while. I hated it.

"I was scared of dentists and the dark
I was scared of pretty girls and starting conversations
Oh, all my friends are turning green
You're the magician's assistant in their dreams." I started to quietly sing.

It was the song Jason put on when he gave me his headphones. After hearing it, I kept replaying it, memorizing the words.

"Oh
Oh and they come unstuck." Jason sang, rubbing my hand in a soothing manner.

"Lady, running down to the riptide
Taken away to the dark side
I wanna be your left hand man
I love you when you're singing that song and
I got a lump in my throat 'cause
You're gonna sing the words wrong." We both sang together.

I carried on the next few lines, "There's this movie that I think you'll like
This guy decides to quit his job and heads to New York City
This cowboy's running from himself
And she's been living on the highest shelf."

"Oh...Oh and they come unstuck," Jason sang

"Lady, running down to the riptide
Taken away to the dark side
I wanna be your left hand man
I love you when you're singing that song and
I got a lump in my throat 'cause
You're gonna sing the words wrong." We both sang together again.

By this time tears were coming out as the green light scan over my both multiple times, making me more uncomfortable.

"I just wanna, I just wanna know
If you're gonna, if you're gonna stay
I just gotta, I just gotta know
I can't have it, I can't have it any other way
I swear she's destined for the screen...
Closest thing to Michelle Pfeiffer that you've ever seen, oh." He kept on singing.

I knew he could hear me softly crying, but he couldn't do anything to stop them. He knew that they had to do this for me to get better even if it makes me uncomfortable.

"Lady, running down to the riptide
Taken away to the dark side
I wanna be your left hand man
I love you when you're singing that song and
I got a lump in my throat 'cause
You're gonna sing the words wrong

Oh lady, running down to the riptide
Taken away to the dark side
I wanna be your left hand man
I love you when you're singing that song and
I got a lump in my throat 'cause
You're gonna sing the words wrong." He kept going, still holding my hand tightly.

"Oh lady, running down to the riptide
Taken away to the dark side
I wanna be your left hand man
I love you when you're singing that song and
I got a lump in my throat 'cause
You're gonna sing the words wrong
I got a lump in my throat because you're gonna sing the words wrong..." He finally finished.

I was looking at him, from the angle I was at, which was flat on my back, legs together, and arms a bit out.

He looked like he wanted to cry too.

Finally after what seemed like 2 hours, but was really 10 minutes, the machine stopped and pulled me out from the tube like chamber.

Immediately I pulled Jason to where he leaned over and hugged me tightly.