Unexpected (Ace Frehley)

alcohol? guilt? ....?

A couple of days went by and luckily i haven't seen the man with crabs yet.
It's less stress and i enjoy being at work now most of all because Ace would come and get me or i would get a ride home from Alexa. She's a sweetheart, she may seem like a bitch on the outside but she's soft.

Today is the day i'm going to apply to a modeling agencie or atleast trie.
If they don't want me i can look for something else.

I walk inside the building and i am met with a woman sitting at a desk. "Hello, can i help you?" "Hello, i was wondering if there's anywhere to apply for a modeling job?" "You are lucky there are a few people who are gonna pick between some girls today, i'll show you". She seems dreamy about something but nice. "Thank you." I give her a soft smile. "Follow me". She leads me to a room where a couple other girls are sitting. "Just wait till someone comes to get you". "Thank you". I turn to see where i can sit, there are nine other girls and a couple of them kinda give me dirty looks. As i sit down an older woman and men come in with another girl, dressed in very fancy clothes. "I didn't saw you sitting here earlier". She said looking at me confused. "Oh i just came in, a nice lady at the desk showed me here". "Did you call by any chance?"
"I didn't, i'm sorry". "We can give you a chance too". The older man says to her. "Hm okay, come with me". She says narrowing her eyes at me.

We walk in to a mostly white room
"Can you put this on?" She holds up a tight black dress. "Ofcourse" i go in a little dressing room, putting on the tight black dress. Jesus this is tight, really tight. I sqeeze myself into the dress and walk out of the dressing room. It's for sure a couple sizes to small, i can see it everywhere. She holds up a pair of high black heels. The shoes fit perfectly. "Can you walk?"
I walk with my feet in a straight line.
"Hm, you could lose some weight and the color of your hair isn't it". Well that's nice but i don't give a fuck. "Thank you we've seen enough can you leave your phone number?" I give my number and leave the building. There is no way they are going to call me back.

I walk back home to see a dark figure standing in front of our door when i realise that it's THE man. He doesn't see me so i go one stair down and knock on the door of one of our neighboors, trying to keep myself calm. An older couple. "Hey sweetie what can i help you with". "Can i use your phone please". I practicly beg her. I am scared to death for that man. "But you have your own phone upstairs". "It's an emergency i'll explain later". She let's me in, i call the police and explain the situation.

After a while the police shows up and relieve passes over me. That crab man is probaply still drunk infront of my door. I go back up to my appartment to see the door open. Oh no, we walked inside and i see a trail of blood. In our bedroom lays the man unconsious on the floor, but the bathroom door is locked. "Ace, are you in here?" I can only fear the worse on the moment. "Ace?" "Step aside we can kick the door in" just then the door unlocked. I go in to see ace on the ground with his hand on his stomach. "Shit, no, no, no" "step aside, we need back up right now, send an ambulance". No, no, no, this is my fault. I grab a towel and pres it against ace's waist. "Fuck, i'm so sorry"
He breathed heavely when his eyes started to close. "No, no, no, stay with me, don't go to sleep, not now". His breathing became short and choking. My hands pres on the towel and get stained with blood that pours thro. He lays his hand on top of mine. "I-it's fine, do- ont t-try". Tears fill my eyes. "Fuck no, your not dying today". Ace get's carried out of the appartment into an ambulance meanwhile the other man get's taken away and locked up for what is now a chance of murder.
We step in the ambulance and race to the hospital. "Ma'am you need to stay here".

Five minutes pass by what turn into ten, thirty and soon an hour. Why did he needed to be home? Why him? Why not me, fucking take me.

"Ma'am, we have good news". My head turns towards the doctor standing there. "He, is breathing but he's currently in a coma. It is not sure when he will wake up. He has been stabbed five times. You can see him now". He showed me to the room and closed the door behind me. It was now me and his almost liveless body in a bed, being kept alive by machine. I walk over, a few tears slip from my eyes but it didn't stop with that. What have i done?

Hours pass and i still sit here just waiting for him to wake up. Staring at the ground. Pleas, please wake up. Goddammit wake the fuck up.

The doctor comes in. "I think it's time for you to go home now". "Yeah, thank you.. for helping him".

I walk home. It's dark and cold, the stars shine above in the sky. I come to the appartment to see the blood on the floor, the counter, the bathroom and the bedroom where a knife lays and a broken bottle of champagne. I stare, tears filling my eyes. I take a bottle of alcohol and drink it completely, smashing it against the wall. "GOD FUCKING DAMMIT WHY HIM" i fall to my knees and the glass now burning into them but i can't care less. Everything feels cold and empty. Why am i crying over someone i just met. Is it guilt cause i didn't have to be him or do i really care, do i? What the fuck am i thinkin, alcohol? Guilt? Love?

A couple of days can pass but as long as he wil lay there my guilt won't pass. I'm unhappy when i come home. I'm unhappy at work and i'm most unhappy when i visit him in the hospital. Some people will say i blame myself for it but i should cause if i didn't went home that night he wouldn't have know where we lived.

I quietly walk to the hospital, this time i brought his guitar with me. I sit down at the bedside. Playing the guitar, Jimi Hendrix to be exact, i know he likes them, i saw to records. I finish the song looking down the machines that were attached to his body. "That was beatiful". I look up to see two older people standing in the doorway. My heart instantly drops. Those are his parents.  how am i supposed to tell them what happened, do they already know?
They look at his body and sit down across from me, next to the bed. I feel my throat clamp together. "I'm sorry" i cramp out. "Do you know what happened?" I swallow and take in a deep breath. "There was a man, he was after me and i fought him, but he came back and followed me home, Ace was quick enough to open the door for me, he saved me" his mother smiles knowing his son saved someone. "I was gone for an hour and when i came back i saw the man standing in front of the appartment i used someone else's phone. When the police showed up there was" i paused, swallowing the lump in my throat, hoping not to cry. "The man was unconsious and ace locked himself in the bathroom, he was stabbed five times". A tear falls from my eye. Knowing dahm well if i hadn't been a coward i would have gone earlier. His mother cries and his dad is trying to comfort her, looking also extremely sad. "Can you play Jimi one more time please, he loved that song" his dad asks. I give him a sad smile. "Ofcourse". It's nearly to the end of the song when Ace's heart beat begins to speed up and his eyes slowly open. It feels like i was crushed by bricks and they finally get taken off. His parents look at him and emidiately get a glimps of happines in their eyes. "Can you play that again, i like that song".