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SAM VILLE JAG SKULLE LÄGGA UPP DENNA.
Wissler:
He ignored his pleads and begging. He deserves this, the fool don't understand the beauty of his own eyes, he doesn't deserve to hide them where nobody can see.
"Jo..hn"
"Just stay still Davie it will aaall be over soon"
"J..John..Pl-please"
"Don't worry Davie I..."
"John.."
And that's when John snapped back to reality."
Jonathan Svalling:
it wasn't the fact that he said his name, he had heard it been said oh so many times before. but usually it would only be pleading sounds and screams. this tone was serious, it was heard all the way into the deepest parts of his mind.
As he stared at the blood that was pouring out of his best friends eyes, he had to collect himself for a bit. there was blood everywhere, it was like something was clouding his mind.
"...john."
The cloud dissapeared and his eyes grew wide, dropping the sharp object on the ground beside the blondes head. what was happening? no, he was sitting on daves chest. He got off of him seconds later, sitting beside but he still wasn't breathing like he should, he was getting weaker."
Wissler:
"Oh my god..Dave I...What did I-"
He couldn't get the words out. They clogged his throat and he almost choke on them painfully as he tried over and over again to say something to him. What had he done? How could he do such a thing?!
"Dave I am so...oh dear god what have I...I just..."
He looked down at his friend, it hurt so much seing him struggle with his breathing while giving a weak attempt to reach for John's face, John wasn't sure if it was to gently touch him or to scratch him, it didn't matter because Dave's arm didn't move very hign until it dropped again. He coughed and the blod in his throat gave it a sickening gurgling noise along with it.
It was about then that John started understanding the painful truth of what was about to happen.
"Dave no..Oh god nonono you can't do this to me!" "
Jonathan Svalling:
John looked up, trying to see if there were any tools to help Dave around, he couldn't dream of watching him die after so many times in the game. Wasn't he god tier? John looked down, no he wasn't, he was in Daves room. How did it happen? He didn't understand, they were supposed to have reached god tier by now.
Dave made a noise, as of trying to say his name, but all that came out was more gurgling, the raven would tilt his friends head, so that the fluids in his throat would come out, so that Dave could speak.
"Hey Dave, don't die on me, it's too early for this."
He tried to laugh, but it didn't work seein as it came out as only squeeky and whiny sound, the tears started to stream from his eyes and he leaned down, head to Daves chest just so he could hear the last beats of his heart. Once again, he felt alone and he didn't know what he could do about it. "
Wissler:
He was trying to mentally prepare himself for it. He was trying so so very hard. But once it finally happened, when the heartbeats stopped, when his chest didn't budge any longer, when there was not a single sound erupting from the room expect for the ticking of dave's clock on the wall he knew. And he was not prepared for it in any way.
"Dave...Dave please..."
It was barely a whisper in the beginning, but the more he pleaded the louder he got. It didn't take long untill he was screaming his name, desperately trying to shake him alive again. There has to be a way, there has to!
"Dave you can't do this to me! Don't leave me Dave! DON'T DO THIS TO ME!!"
Jonathan Svalling:
Why wouldn't he just wake up? Couldn't this just be a dream? All of this? So he could wake up at his house and get back to just chatting with his friends and plan travels to their homes. This game had ruined it all.
"Take his eyes out, he doesn't deserve to see how beautiful his eyes were. It was such a shame of hiding them."
It was like a voice rung in his head, but he ignored it all he could as it kept mumbling things loudly in a crazy tone. John kept shooking his shoulders, he wouldn't wake up. So he did the only thing that was possible to do, it was leaning down for their lips to meet so he could give him some sort of CPR, but it didn't work either.
"DAVE, PLEASE! I CAN'T LOSE YOU AGAIN. Come on man, I NEED YOU. Come back to me.. please.."
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