You slowly slipped under the red water. You felt your eyes getting heavier. There was no more pain. You were free from the torment. Prod was finally going to be free of you. Under the blood water, You felt content.
Your eyes slowly closed, to never open again.
Yours sisters Nicole, Jasmine && then Ray, Prince, Roc and Prod walked into the house with silence and darkness. All the lights were off.
"Y/N?" Nicole called, "Were home!"
They got no reply. Jasmine held onto Ray tighter && Prince turned on the lights.
"Maybe she's asleep?" Prod said, pointing to the stair case.
Nicole bit on her lower lip, "Maybe." They went up the stairs & heard nothing.
All the doors seemed to be shut, with no lights on. Except for the bathroom.
Nicole twisted the knob. "It's locked."
Prod gestured her aside. When Nicole moved, Prod rammed his shoulder into the door. The door popped off the latch, falling open. The thick steam greeted them, as the five teens slowly walked into the bathroom.
Jasmine sighed, "There's her robe." She pointed.
"Something's not right." Nicole muttered. She approached the tub, and noticed your arm hanging out off it. Nicole gulped. She reached for your hand, and held it. It didn't seem colder... But you were laying in hot water. Nicole glanced down, && backed up in horror.
"Th-the wa-waters..." Nicole was at loss for words.
"What?" Ray asked, leaning on the door frame.
"Red."
The five teens gasped. "What?" Jasmine cried.
Prod strode to the tub and yanked the arm up. Your naked body draped over the side of the tub. Your hair cascaded over the floor, tinting it red. Your hand opened and the razor fell to the ground.
Nicole nearly threw up. Her sister, not only cut herself, but her body.
"What's wrong with her?" Jasmine cried, falling beside Nicole.
Prod felt your wrist for a pulse. He dropped the hand. "She's dead."
"What?" the sister's demanded.
"Y/N's dead." Roc repeated. Nicole sobbed.
"No..." Jasmine murmured, "She's the strong one! How could she? NO!" Jasmine's cry of misery echoed in the empty home.
Prince was about to comfort her, but then something white caught his attention. He swiped it off the mirror and read it silently.
"maldito dejó una nota!" Prince said.
The girls glanced at him. "What?" Ray asked, annoyed at Prince. A few tears dribbled down his cheeks as well.
"She left a note."
"Read it!" Nicole demanded.
Prince cleared his throat,
"Dear Friends and family. I'm sorry you have been un-fortunate to receive this letter. I just... just can't bear to live in a world without Prodigy. No, he wasn't just some guy, he was the love of my life. But he no longer loves me, so there is no meaning to my life. A world without Prod... Is a world I don't want to live in. I'm lost without him. I'm just doing him a favor. I'm leaving his life for good. Once again, I'm sorry I have to put you through this, but now I'll be forever happy. I have no pain now. Sorry I was driven to this. I'll love you forever. Don't forget me. Love always, Y/N xoxo.
P.S- Tell Prod I still love him. P.S.S- Don't be mad at Prod, this was my decision."
Today was your funeral.
You were gone. And it was his fault. Prod had a huge moment of weakness, the night he slept with that hoe. Just thinking about what he did to you, Prod let a sob escape him. Sure, the tear fell, but the sounds made it all more unbearable. Ray, Prince, and Roc nearly beat the life out of him. And Prod, he knew he deserved it.
The preacher stood at the front and spoke kind words.
"Her family asked, if I could read out the words she wrote before her untimely death."
As he read the words, Prodigy felt as if someone had stabbed a white hot rod into his heart and left him there to suffer. After all the sorrow he caused you, you still loved him. Prod died. Not literally, but mentally. He was in eternal agony.
Sobs erupted from all around him, droning out the last sentence of your letter.
Prod's knees buckled. He fell to the floor, weeping in heartache. His world shattered, leaving him in blackness. Tears streamed down his face, while he made sounds of anguish, wrenching out of his throat. No one, however looked his way. Prod was alone.
Prod still loved you.
He was an idiot for letting you go.
He was going to find a way to be with you, even if it meant dying, which he would be happy to do.
Because, Prodigy was lost without you.
So after the funeral Prodigy went to his car and started writing a note. After he finished the note he layed it on his dash board. And then went into his glove box and pulled out his hand gun. "1 I'm sorry Y/N , 2 I'm sorry god, 3 I'm sorry mom and dad." Prod said. He took a deep breath and then shot himself in the temple.
He felt content and sorrow.
He slowly closed his eyes, to never open again.
