Cuts and Bruises

1.) Suicide.

It's a bright, sunny, hot day outside.
I had slept on the couch, as I was watching a movie, Spooky Buddies.

My eyes felt heavy.
I stumble off the soft couch, moving to the bedroom.
"Brook?"
I peek my head 'round the corner.
"Brooklynnnnn?"
No answer?
"Heh, C'mon, sleepyhead, get-"
As I walk in, I immediately stop.
"...Brooklyn?"
All I see is Brooklyn, My girlfriend..
..Her neck..
I..
...shit.
...Is she?-
Did she really?-
No, no no, fuck!
"Brooklyn?!"
I run to the kitchen and run back to Brooklyn's pale body with a knife, Desperately trying to cut the rope off her neck.
I feel the tears running down my face.
Eventually the rope breaks.
Brooklyn still not breathing.
I don't know what I expected, but..
...
This was all my fault, huh?
...
I look over and see a note.
..she wrote a suicide note?
I pick it up, opening the small, compact and neatly folded paper.
It reads:

Dear the best girlfriend in the world, Indy.
I'm sorry.
Please don't blame yourself.
But its too late.
Ill be gone soon.
Take care for me, okay?
I love you.
I will always love you.
Love, Brooklyn.

I rub my eyes.
Which does nothing.
I gently place the note back onto the wooden bedside table it was originally at.
I can't believe I fucked up this badly.
This needs to be my fault, shes just lying..

..I miss her.
I already do.

Brooklyn's cold, pale corpse lays still in front of me.
I didn't get to say goodbye.
Thats not fair.

...Thats not fair!
I call the hospital, they pick up the body, all that.

They don't bother talking to me.
..Thats..extremely annoying.
Whatever..
...

....I really..really..really..miss her..

I hope I'll see her again soon.
Oh..
My little star..
..Is gone forever.
And there's nothing I can do about it.