Oh my, Jimmy.. I looked at him in caution. What the heck did he just do?!
"Help me, mom!" He repeated.
"Jimmy, what has gotten into you?!" I rushed towards his side, and put my arm around his waist, and helped him down the stairs. I grabbed my keys, and headed out the door.
A few neighbors were outside, in their yards, but I didn't care about that right now.
Jimmy needed to go to a hospital, and fast.

I ran into the emergency room, still holding on to Jimmy. He was about to pass out though, the blood was all over his wrist. It was sliding down his arm onto his hand, and towards his fingertips.
"Help! My son's wrist, oh dear, please!" I yelled, almost crying.
A doctor came running into the ER, and took Jimmy from my arms. "We'll take good care of him, Miss. Wait out here." He said before charging back towards the metal doors.
I dropped to my knees, and started to bawl my eyes out. Soon I felt someone's hand on my straight gold hair, and another hand on my back, rubbing it. I looked up from the floor, my vision still blurry, but it seemed like a woman.
"I-it's okay, dear." She said, comforting me.
"Thank you," I replied, wiping my tears with my sweater's sleeve.
She handed me a tissue, and I accepted it. I dried my eyes, and looked at her, my vision clearer.
The woman had blonde hair, her eyes were blue, like a cerulean. Her complexion was a fair.
"My son was just the same, and now it's my daughter," The woman said."I'm Claudine Wold."
"I'm Jenny Hacitoru. Is your son still..." I trailed off, trying not to upset her.
"Yes, he is. A year ago."
"Do you mind me asking what happened?"
"Oh not at all. He and his sister are, were, twins. But Stephen got bullied a lot because Aussie was attractive and he 'wasn't.' He was though, very. He tried many times to kill himself, and one day he hung himself. Aussie walked into their room, and she found him hanging. She instantly called me, crying, and I came running back from the supermarket. It was too late for him, but Aussie couldn't bare having her twin brother dead. So she tried killing herself, but I won't let her take her life away just like her brother."
I looked at her. She has, and had, two kids which both are... Suicidal. "You must have gone through so much."
"I have. Do you mind telling me about your son?"
"Oh absolutely not. Ever since Jimmy was 3 years old, he would always wet the bed. I would never get mad at him, but one day he wet the bed when he was 15, and I yelled at him. Very loudly. And he went into the bathroom, and cut himself. Now it's been almost a year, and he's 16."
"What a story."
The doctor opened the metal door, and I stood up.
He looked at me. I looked back at him in confusion. "Is Jimmy okay?" My voice cracked and trailed off.
"Mrs. Hacitoru–" I interrupted him.
"Yes?!" Tears started to fill my eyes.
"I'm sorry, ma'am."
I looked at him. My heart skipped a beat. Tears started coming down my face.
I started bawling once more, but this time, it was a lot longer. And I couldn't seem to stop.
"NO!" I cried out. I fell to my knees, my hands covering my eyes, but that don't help. The tears kept falling.
Kept falling.