When Angels Fall~ Alternate Ending 1
Author's Note- Back by popular demand, the continuation of WAF. You guys told me it had to have a moral and not to end in death. Here is my alternate ending, I hope you guys like this better!
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Chris lay down on the couch, already feeling the effects of the sleeping pills. He closed his eyes, trying to relax and speed up the process. It felt like he was pinned down and couldn't move. He was ready to let go of this world, when he heard the guys approaching.
They opened the door, letting in the warm sunshine. Justin was first, followed by Joey, J.C., then Lance. "Wake up!" Justin said cheerfully, tossing his towel at the faltering Chris.
The others set their things down on the table as they turned on the TV. That's when J.C. saw the note. He scanned it quickly, then felt a numb feeling come over him as he lost the color in his face.
"What?" Joey asked, seeing J.C. in distress.
"God…" J.C. whispered as he turned to Chris.
"What is this?" Lance asked, pulling out Chris's discarded bottle of pills from his bunk.
"Chris, hello!" Justin tried again to wake up their friend, getting no response.
"Move," J.C. said, pushing Justin aside. "Get a trash can," he ordered, not talking to anyone in particular.
Joey grabbed the trashcan as they gathered around J.C. and Chris. Lance grabbed the note and read it out loud as J.C. took action to save their friend. "Come on," J.C. muttered, pulling Chris into a sitting position.
Chris opened his eyes slightly and muttered, "Sorry," before closing them again.
"Not so fast," J.C. replied. "I have never lost a friend, and you're not going to be the first," he said, opening Chris's mouth. He took a deep breath and shoved two fingers in Chris's mouth, touching his throat. Chris weakly opened his eyes again as J.C. removed his fingers, just before Chris threw up in the provided trash can. "How many did you take?" J.C. asked, keeping a hand on Chris's shoulder. Chris began to close his eyes, and J.C. shook him awake. "How many?" he repeated, fear setting in further.
"Eight," Chris muttered, closing his eyes.
"Jesus," J.C. mumbled, looking in the trashcan.
"There's five in there," Joey confirmed as the other's sat spellbound at J.C.'s determination.
"Come on," J.C. said, opening Chris's mouth again. "Give me the rest."
Again J.C. touched the back of Chris's throat with his fingers, pulling them out as Chris threw up the last three pills. They were mostly dissolved, though, and Justin called 911 as they tried to get Chris to drink water. Hopefully, that would dilute the medicine so Chris would live until the ambulance got there.
After a few minutes, they had gotten Chris to keep his eyes open, however he was still limp. Suddenly, J.C. turned on him. "What the hell is this about, Chris? You are the happiest guy in the world, and because you lose your mother, and a girl you knew a week, you think you can end your life? How does that give you the right to take you life from the rest of the world, especially us? Let us help you, I know you can pull through this. You're better than this."
Tears gathered in Chris's eyes at his friend's words. For the first time, he felt genuinely needed, wanted, and loved. He no longer wanted to die. "I'm sorry," he choked out.
The sirens of the approaching ambulance interrupted them. "It's okay," J.C. whispered, knowing Chris actually meant it. He gave Chris an emotional, brotherly hug, tears forming in his eyes also.
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As the ambulance pulled away, they all felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from their shoulders. A part of them had been comforted that this was over, but they also knew the road back would be a long, hard one for all of them. They knew without a doubt that they would help Chris as much as they humanly could, no matter how difficult it would be. The important thing was that he knew how much he was wanted, and that his eyed never clouded over with so much pain; he couldn't see the family he still had. When it came down to it, Chris was a major part of their lives that was to unique to loose.
They realized that night, that every day, people took their own lives, and that there was no need for it. The world needed more love, and that love had to make itself known. These people got off easy, and left others in so much pain.
As they road to the hospital, Nsync was determined to help these people see the light that had not been taken away, just briefly covered up.
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