The Moments I Recall

WILL JONES

A series of his life translated....  *TW* VERY Mature themes  

It's been two weeks since they left, and they no longer exist here. It's like they never existed in the first place. I don't know what to do anymore. What can I do if even if I know? I pace outside the police station, trying to clear my head. I think hours have past already, I swear the sun was only setting two minutes ago, but now it's dark out. I think I'm having trouble breathing. Something is crushing me from above. I haven't felt like this since Matéus. I hope mãe understands. I place my hands over my face as my eyes start to tear up.

"Not now. Not now." I tell myself. I finally go inside the station.

"Can I help you Willjay?" Officer Davis asks.

'I um, I need to see chief." I tell him. He looks me up and down for some seconds before disappearing around the corner. I just need to stay calm. I don't know how I could be so stupid. Why am I so stupid? Why did I let them go?

"It's obvious their dead." The voice tells me.

"Jones, what's wrong kid?" Officer Price asks with a dragged sigh. His sudden appearance surprises me a little. Officer Price looks at the door, then back at me, then the door again, then at me. He looks at my hands, then behind him, then rubs the back of his neck when he meets my eyes.

"I don't uh, I don't know what to do." I tell him.

"Do you want to go inside my office Jones?" He asks me.

"He knows what you did." The voice tells me. It was quite before that first night at the library.

"Maybe you should sit down." Officer Price says.

"I can't sit down, how can you sit down, my friends are..." I try to say but my voice breaks before I can finish. I promised I wouldn't get like this.

"Say it Will. Dead, you know, as in six feet deep." Mocks the voice. All I can do is smile and hope it goes away. Hopefully mãe will understand.

"What's wrong with your friends Willjay?" Officer Price asks.

"Willjay, that's right." I tell myself. "Don't forget now"

"Six feet deep," The voice says, "just like Mat..."

"Your friends Willjay?" Officer Price asks again snapping my attention towards him.

"They are gone, or stuck, I don't, I don't know. I don't know what to do." My throat is starting to close up, I rub my neck and wipe my face with my sleeve.

"Davis, call his mother please." He says.

"No, no you don't understand!" I yell. "Your own kids Mr. Price sir, they are gone. My friends are gone, Harper, Harper is...." my vision goes blurry. I don't know what to do. Matéus would know what to do.

"Buddy," he says rubbing the back of his neck, "I don't have kids."

"Slowly press it against your head Will, the cold feels nice." The voice sings.

"How do you forget your own, how can you forget your own kids Mr. Price sir. Jessie Price, J.P you remember him don't you? Your daughter sir, Harp...." I am unable to finish her name. My throat has closed up.

"Put your finger on the trigger Will, it will be quick I promise." The voice laughs.

"My best friend Théo Millar, and Xylia Reeves, you know Mrs. Reeves right, right?" I can't breathe.

"Willjay..." Officer price starts. His eyes fleeting, he knows what comes next.

"Click......click," The voice whispers.

"Matéus. Where's, where's Matéus, he'd know what to do. I need him, please. Please help me." I cry.

"Will, you know he's not here anymore." Officer Price says calmly and takes me into his arms.

"Boom" The voice smiles.

"No, no stop, please. Matéus. Please, please." I plead trying to rip free, but he holds me too tight.

"Calm down now Will. You are okay, you are safe. Don't start this again." Officer Price struggles. I twist and turn till I become heavy. I feel my body fall limp in his arms.

"Please." I cry as the world disappears around me. "Its my fault sir, please. Matéus. Help me. Please."