Sticks And Stones

Chapter 5: sirens

As I saw John wasn't moving I shook his arm, no response so I put my ear to his chest to try to feel his pulse I felt nothing. That was when I saw the needles by his counter. I ran into my room and called an ambulance
"Help I think my roommate has overdosed on something he's not moving and I can't feel a pulse!"
"Where do you live sir?" The operator asked with complete calm.
I told her with a "Please be quick" on the end. It took 5 minutes for the ambulance to arrive. They grabbed his lifeless body and put him on a stretcher before wheeling him into the ambulance. They sped off as fast as they could into the streets. The entire time this was happening I was thinking to myself "It's okay I'm sure they can help him, He'll be alright" and that was the only thing repeating in my mind over and over again.

When the call came 5 hours later I found out I had been lying to myself. The nurses told me that the family had been notified and that plans for the funeral were starting to be made. For the rest of the day I sat there not daring to say a word. The next day I spoke to my friends and convinced myself to do the gig that night.

Before and after the show I prayed for the first time in my life for John and that he may go to the afterlife peacefully.

The gig went well considering everything. The crowd although mostly middle aged men and women seemed to enjoy the show. We played from 8:30 up until 1:00.

Soon after this Ed came up to us, payed us all £100 each and offered us the opportunity to play there once a week on Friday or Saturday nights. We of course accepted because when it gets down to it £100 is much more than our minimum wage jobs. We were happy, Ed was happy so we carried on with that for quite some time.

That night I slept at Jay's because I couldn't bare the thought of reliving seeing John's lifeless corpse limp on the floor in my mind. We had some fun and watched our favourite movie "Kevin and Perry Go Large". We were up to the pimple popping scene when I fell asleep at 2:39 AM.

I was in a desert the sand crunched beneath my toes. I got up walked around and I had the feeling something was watching me, picking it's moment to strike. I wandered around for what could have been hours or mere seconds. I rubbed my eyes from the desert dust and when I opened them I saw John levitating Infront of me but it wasn't the same John I knew sure he had the same hair and face but there was his eyes they were gone there was blood dripping from the raw red sockets of what once held eyes. It looked as if they had been ripped out. He had bloody nails and that was when he said it. He screamed "Wake Up!"

When I woke up I sat up straight and I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck standing straight up.