Me, Myself, and I (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 27 This Is Not Goodbye

Sunday, July 30, 2006 at 12:58 p.m.

Ray

        Prod and I were on our way to what is now a memory to me, the former prostitute house, or as I call it now, the whore house. Coming back here is going to bring back old memories and feelings. It's probably not going to look the same now that it's been abandoned and the city has probably has plans to do something with it. Also, seeing Roc one last time will be one bittersweet reunion, which is part of the reason I am not ready to come back here. But I have to push my feelings aside for the sake of Roc, Prod, and I. Roc to be set free, Prod and I to no longer have this hanging over our heads.

        I was staring out the window not paying attention to Prod or anything until I felt the car stop. I get out of my daze to see we're here.

        "Well, we're here. Are you ready Ray or do you need a few minutes?" Prod asked me taking off his seat belt with me doing the same.

        "No, no, I am ready. Let's just do this," I said hopping out the car. I closed the car door and turned around to see the building coming apart, which means the city has already started working on what they want to do with the building.

        "Oh man. Come on, Ray, we don't have much time," Prod said running across the street with me following behind.

        We get to the door to see yellow "DO NOT CROSS" tape on it. Prod ripped off the tape and busted the door wide open. As we entered Prod starting calling out Roc's name. I shut the door behind us so no one would know we're in here, even though Farnsworth and Highland is not as busy as it was before.

        I take a good look around the place. I even feel the desertedness, if that's even a word, in the room. All of the furniture has been taken out of here and all the doors to the different rooms are open that probably lead to emptiness.

       "ROC! ROC, WHERE ARE YOU?! I GOT RAY!" Prod kept shouting. Being back here now gave me the creeps due to the fact that I know it's haunted by my best friend. Now he's pretty much capable of murder and getting away with it.

        Prodigy kept yelling for Roc at which I was getting annoyed with now. "Prod, stop shouting like a damn psycho. He's probably not even he-" Before I could finish I feel the air suddenly get cold, so cold to the point where I start shivering and I could see my breath. I feel Prod come and wrap his arms around me for warmth and start talking again.

        "This is how you know he's here. He turns the air down cool, but he's never turned it this cold. It's probably because you're here. Last time he slammed the door when I was about to leave," Prod explained.

        I can barely even talk right now because of me starting to chatter. "S-so when d-does he p-pop out? A-and when h-he does I'm t-telling him t-to turn t-the heat b-back on. It's t-too f-fucking cold for t-this, man." Suddenly, I feel myself being pulled from Prod's grasp and lifted into the air. "Oh my gosh, what's going on? PROD!" I scream and reach out for Prod's hands, but I'm being whisked away into another room and land on the floor. Before I can even get up the door to the room I was in slammed shut and more likely became locked.

        I sit here on the cold, hard ground uncontrollably panting. I feel like I'm in a horror movie and this is the part where I'm about to die. I take a look around the room and notice that this was Roc's old room. It was obvious by his name engraved into the wall near the closet.

       The air in the room is no longer cold. I feel the heat coming on again. I'm afraid to stand up thinking I'm going to be pulled back down, but I do it anyway. I walk around the room like a clueless idiot calling out Roc's name.