Please Don't Leave Me

It does not take me but a second and I drop the phone and race over to Tyler. I find him lying on the floor in the stables. As I look over at him, I see he is not moving. There is blood. There is so much blood. I cannot see where it is coming from. I call his name. There is no answer. I shake him. He does not respond. I try to find his pulse. I feel nothing. There is nothing. He is not responding.

It comes faster than a crashing wave over my body, "Tyler!"

The pain knocks my breath away, and I cannot breathe, "Tyler!" I shake him harder than I have ever shaken anyone in my life ever before.

"Tyler, Please wake up!" My words mean nothing. He is not moving.

I beg, and I beg, and I plead, I say the words over and over, "Please, please, please, please wake up!"

There is a deafening silence; the world has stopped. There is nothing but horror. My words are stuttering; I am totally lost; my world is shattered in pieces. Why is he not waking up? Why is he