I Buried Paul

Officer: You were the last person to see Paul?
Person: Yeah. He was with me.
Officer: And where were you both?
Person: Just on a bench talking.
Officer: Did you eat or drink anything?
Person: We had a bottle of vodka with us.
Officer: Did you get drunk?
Person: Yes. A little. We both did.
Office: I see.
Person: Can I leave now. This is stupid. I wouldn't kill my friend.
Officer: Okay, off you go. But please come back on Wednesday.
Person: whatever. Sure.

They walked off and left the police station.

John: How'd it go for you then?
George: Bit weird. Don't you think?
John: Yeah I guess.
George: what the hell are we gonna do without him?
John: I don't know, George.
George: did they find the body?
John: I don't know, George.
George: Did they chose weather to tell the public or not?
John: I DONT KNOW, GEORGE.
George: uh. Chill out.
George: Did he say anything before he left. Paul I mean.
John: I don't fucking know. I can't even fucking remember. Just shut up about it. Okay?
George: oh. Sorry.

The two of them walked off together to the car that was waiting for them.

George: Wanna get something eat?
John: No. I just want to go home.
George: You're not hungry?
John: No. I feel sick.
George: oh. okay then.

They both went their separate ways home.

When John went home he went straight to bed. He couldn't be bothered to think about anything or do anything. He just wanted to sleep. John sat in bed for hour's thinking about nothing. He just couldn't sleep. Every time he closed his eyes he would think about Paul. He was struggling to forget about it. About the body.

He eventually fell asleep...