Roommates

3. Seeing His Death

My first day of classes were exhausting, I finally finished my homework at five. I collapsed down on the couch. I turned on the TV and watched some news channel.

"Alright." I said to the room. "Uh, if something's here, like hah, Gerard. Could ya put on a horror like last night? You can watch it with me." I said. I felt stupid. I was talking to myself, well, to the room.

I sat up and the TV turned to static, then it turned to a mirror like screen. I saw myself on the couch, beside me in the reflection was a guy. He was staring at me, his black hair tangled and his pale hands rested in his lap. I glanced beside me, the couch was empty. He only appeared in the reflection.

"I don't understand." I mumbled. the guy reached out, I felt his hand touch my shoulder. The TV flashed and it showed the dorm, not empty, but full of dark stuff.

The videos showed the guy on the floor by the coffee table. His eyes were darkened by eyeliner. He was counting out sleeping pills. He had at least ten. He had them lines up. Hr picked up a pen and crushed the pills until there was a long line of the pinkish powder.

He began writing on a piece of paper on the table. He was writing to a guy named Michael and apologizing for being a bad brother and infulencial role model. Apologizing to his parents for being the worst son ever. He wasn't crying, he had a calm expression.

I watched the boy snort the sleeping pills, get up and walk to the bedroom stumbling. He walked into the room and picked up a razor. He sat on the bed I slept it and wiped his eyes and sighed. He looked up, it felt like he was looking straight at me.

"I'm fucking sorry." He whispered. He dragged the blade across his wrists until blood was pooling out of his wrists. He moved quickly and then I realized the rope tied to the ceiling fan. He tied the noose around his neck and pushed himself off the bed. I watched him hang. I watched him die. That was Gerard.

The TV flicked and Frankenstein began. I didn't even notice, but I was crying. I wiped my eyes and sniffled.

"why'd you do it, Gerard?" I asked. There wasn't an answer, just the TV, the temp was still really cold and I felt like, I dunno, sorrow because what I had seen.

I watched TV for a while. I kept picturing Gerard looking at me, the pain in his eyes, the fear, the anger, and hate. I could almost feel every emotion. I curled up and fell asleep on the couch.

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A/N: wow, late update. I'm sorry! But I have more chapters written, so have no fear! I love yeh guys!

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