The Day Before...
"Take me away, dry my eyes, bring color to my skies..." I sit alone in my apartment. "My sweet little, pill." I'm curled up and crying, a song escaping my lips. "Take my hunger..." I close my eyes and sniffle. "but within, numb my skin..." Silver comes in. I quickly get up and run to the bathroom where I lock the door and try to stop crying.
"I know your crying." Silver said, just outside of the door.
"I'm sorry. I couldn't do it..."
"How many has it been?"
"E-eleven people. Eleven People dead. Don't you get it?" My back slides down the door as I sit down.
"Not really." She sighed.
"In cards, it goes 2 through 10. 11 is the Ace, Jack is 12, Queen is 13, King is 1."
"That makes sense."
"He's calling us the Ace..."
"Wouldn't he be the ace? He was the eleventh death."
"No. The deaths we know of have been on the phone with us. He-"
"He expects one of us to die.... Come on out."
I came out of the washroom and looked at her.
"Don't die on me, okay?" She asked, hugging me.
"Okay."
We watched a movie together with dry eyes and smiling faces. At least, the only smiling face I could muster. As we went to bed, she knocked on my door.
"Come in." I say, loud enough for her to hear. she opens the door and looks down.
"Can I.... sleep here tonight?" She asked. I nodded lightly.
"Yeah sure." I shuffle over so there's room for her. She looked at me.
"You can always call me, you know. I'll always pick up."
"Even in a meeting?"
"Well, no. I mean, priorities."
"But you just said-"
"I meant almost always."
I nod. I put my hand up near the pillow and she put her hand on it.
"I thought we-"
"Shh." She kissed me.
I sat straight up. I looked out the window. The window was open and the curtains were blowing. I sat up, then got out of bed, going in the living room to see no one there. I sighed and got the ladder.
The ladder was wobbly as I stood on it. To my horror, Silver came in.
"Changing the ceiling tiles? They have to be changed."
"No... Whats in the bag?" I looked at the two plastic bags in her hand.
"Those smiley fries you talk about. Were you going to kill yourself?"
"Two bags full?"
"Well, there's also some fruit, and our dinner in this one." She held up the left one. "It kind of looks like your going to kill yourself.
"That's still a lot of food." I looked at the rope around my neck. "I was thinking about it..."
"Getting food or-"
"No, the other one." I looked down.
"You know that's what he wants."
"Yeah..."
"In the f**king hallway?"
"What?"
