The Killers - Part 2

chapter 14

Roger POV

“Holy shit... Dont be dead”

I heard her scream, the patter of her feet like elephant hooves, as if there was a stamped. She knelt down beside me, her hands rested on my chest, whoops, i forgot my shirt was ripped from the thorns of the roses, that probably made it looked as though i was used as a sacrifice or something like that with all the candles assorted around me.

My tongue was hanging out and was starting to become dry, it was a horrible feeling acting dead was, and extremely difficult at that.  Her hands flew to my neck, checking for a pulse, i stopped breathing and tensed my throat up, trying to make it impossible for her to pick it up.

“no... no... say its not true

Say it today 

When I open my eyes 

Will it all go away 

Say it's not true 

Say it's not real 

Can't be happening to you 

Can't be happening to me 

It's hard not to cry 

It's hard to believe “

She sobbed into my chest, what... she actually believed i was gone. Im the most unconvincing person in the world to act dead and she actually believes it. I tried not to stir her, im mean, i know, but just think of the reaction she will give when she figures out im not dead.

“bleagh”

I kind of yelled, and she instantly sat up and ran to the side of the room, not knowing what was happening, her reaction was hilarious, her expression, priceless. I got up and she threw a tissue box at me, hitting me dead straight in the face.

“you horrible... horrible man roger taylor, i swear youll be the death of me one of these days”

She yelled at me. I chased after her, she screamed hysterically, running away from me, around the room, going through the studio and back out to the meeting area, somewhat like a living room.  She ran into a corner, realised what she had just done and spun around to look at me, i caught her and bought her down to the floor, actually falling to the floor because of how clumsy i am, my intent was to spin her around.

“Horrible am i?”

I inquired and kissed her. Something was up, something wasn’t right with her. I pulled back and laid down in front of her, staring up at her, looking into her eyes, no hint of anything, but something was definitely on her mind. She wasn’t looking at me, only out the window, or at the wall, into space as if in another world.

“heyy.... whats up?”

I asked her, grabbing her hands, she was freezing cold. She didn’t answer, just stared at me, blank and no emotion, nothing, all that happiness i had just saw instantly vanished.

“do you want a cuppa?”

I asked her, she just nodded her head in reply to my question. What, wasn’t she talking to me now, what have i done, last time i checked, nothing but play dead, and that seemed alright a few seconds ago, but no, suddenly it was taken all so seriously, talk about mood changes, i thought tamarah was the only ne going through that phase

I walked off into the kitchenette, put the kettle under the tap and filled it up, ignited the gas stove, i hate gas, i don’t know why i got it installed, and put the kettle on to boil. I stood there in the kitchen watching her, she just sat there, no movement no nothing, just sat there looking into oblivion, like a nowhere man in her nowhere land.