Medicated Dreams // Weston Koury // PART 2

Chapter 19: Gone Like The Wind

Mario POV:

"You are going to regret this you little fuck!" 

I shook my head placing my hands on his shoulders. "Sorry Ian, but I'm actually not going to. You deserve to rot in hell," I whispered in his ear. It was time to do it. His hands were tied behind his back and he was standing on a chair in his closet. I had to do this. It was for the best. He won't be able to hurt her anymore. I tied the rope to the top of his closet bar and wrapped the rope around his neck in a circle. "Mario don't do this!" he screamed in a loud, angry voice. I took a deep breath and paced around his room for a minute. Was this right? Is this the way I should kill him? His parents weren't home. People will think it's a suicide. I quickly grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and one of Ian's school binders. I scurried to pull out a paper with his handwriting on it. I carefully copied the form of his handwriting and wrote a note.

Dear whoever is reading this,

I don't want to live anymore. I hate my life. I hate everyone. No one will miss me. I'm sorry. 

-Ian

I slowly nodded and folded the piece of paper setting it on the table. Meanwhile Ian was shaking trying to escape. I slowly walked over to him and stared directly into his eyes. His face was red and he was sweating. "Goodbye Ian. Have fun in hell," I said. I then kicked the chair out from his feet. I heard a loud crack, and with that, Ian Fairchild took his last breath. 

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