Roman's Angel

Chapter 28

The camera is turned on. The scene begins in a dark, cold basement. A face is seen staring into it, making sure that it's recording as he sets it up. When he is sure that it is, he sets it down on an unseen table and then moves out of the camera's vision for a moment, grabbing a chair from the other side of the basement. The sound of the boots he is wearing is heard as he comes back, and his back is turned to the camera as he sets the chair down in front of it. He turns back around, adjusting the camera so that it is focusing on him.

He sits down in the chair, his wide, grey eyes staring into the camera. There is a bruise underneath his right eye, from having gotten into a fight with one of the bastards from his school. What have caused the fight was what was said about someone whom he cared deeply about, someone who he loved even more than life itself. He wanted to bash the motherfucker's head into some concrete, break every single bone in his body. How dare he? How dare he say those disgusting words about his Angel? The bastard didn't care that this was all of his fault, why his lover was dying.

Well, there was hope, but it was very slim. Any day now he could lose him. Forever he would be lost to him. Yet, even though he was not awake anymore, somehow he could still hear his voice, the sound of his laughter, feel his skin against his. Others told him it was just his imagination but he knew deep inside his heart that his Angel had found a way to communicate with him. And as the months had went by, he listened closely to him, took in every word that he spoke to him.

He knew what had to be done. He had to carry on the fight, bring done the fires of pure hatred, of fury, upon these cruel people. Forgiveness had long been forgotten, it never was an option in the first place, but yet, he had wanted to abandon this idea, live a long and joyous life with his lover. But things had been taken too far. He had let go of his fear and gave into the numbing feeling, his feelings of rage and revenge being the only thing that drove him.

He looks into the camera lens, breathing in and out as he gets his thoughts together. There was so much that he wanted to say. He wanted to make it clear as to why he was doing this, why he had chosen to go down this path of destruction. He knew that no matter what he said though, that the blame would be put on other irrelevant stuff. No one would understand. But still, he couldn't leave his friends and his family without a goodbye, tell those assholes at his school how he felt once more.

"If you're watching this..." He starts, pausing for a moment as his voice starts to crack. He breathes in and out, trying to regain his composer. He remembers his Angel's voice, and thinking about it calms him. "If you're watching this, then I'm gone. I'm sorry. What I had planned has already been accomplished, it is over." He says, as a single tear falls down his cheek.

He quickly wipes it away as he continues. "I'm sorry that it had to be this way, but you have no idea what they did to him. The things that were done, the horrible shit..."

He remembers that night when he had found him, lying in their bed, looking as though he were asleep. No, this was something much worse. He had tried taking his own life because he couldn't deal with the pain of what had been done to him. He had left a note explaining everything. He will never forget the words written in that note. It had broken him.

He continues to speak into the camera. "The things that were done to him, it made him lose all hope. And now, he is just only hanging on, not able to wake up, to come back to me. I'll lose him and it is all your fault." He pauses, trying to hold back his tears. When he continues, his voice is louder and more enraged.

"I can't forgive any of you for what you have done. You broke him, destroyed any happiness he had left in him. I have never hated anyone in my life, but now I do. I hate you all for what you have done."

He stares into the lens, his once kind eyes now cold and distant. His voice drops down to a whisper, but still loud enough for the camera to pick up. "I'm sorry mom, that it had to come to this. Tell my sister that I love her. And my friends, forgive me for what I am going to do. It is the only way. I can't go on like this, not when my whole world has been taken away from me."

He closes his eyes and takes in a deep breath. He opens them, the glimmer of tears still there. His voice is loud and clear as he starts to speak once more.

"I am coming for each and every one of you. The innocent and the guilty, the pure and the hateful. I don't care who are you, what you have done or haven't done. You took away the person who meant everything to me. And so I will take away everything from you."

He clenches his fist around something in his pocket, and his face contorts in rage, a crazed look in his eyes. "Prepare for your worst nightmares to come true. This is for my lover, my Angel. Me and him will be in peace together after this is all over."

He grins, a horrible, empty grin that would scare anyone into hiding. He stands up from the chair, knocking it over. He grabs the camera, throwing it across the room. He collapses onto the floor, screaming at the top of his lungs. The camera, though damaged, still records him. He is hunched in on himself, rocking back and forth. Whoever he was before in his past he is not now, all that's left is just this insanity and rage inside him.

He wishes to be shielded from this world. He no longer desires to be in it, no longer wants what it has to offer. Not anymore. He is ready for tomorrow, his final day on this forsaken earth. And he prays he'll meet him on the other side when it has come to an end.