I woke up to a text. It was my friend.
'Hey...'
'Hi. What's wrong?'
'...'
'Hey, you can tell me. I'm here for you. You know that. Right?'
'Yeah...'
'What's wrong?'
'I don't know how to break it to you...'
'Just tell me'
'I have a gun sitting here next to me...'
'Don't touch it. I'm begging you.'
'I can't go on Roger...'
'YOU MADE A FUCKING PROMISE TO ME. DO NOT FUCKING BREAK IT.'
'...'
I dropped my iPod and ran out the door. I sprinted down the streets, frantic. I was rounding the last corner, and I heard a single shot ring out into the night sky.
"No. NO. NO. NO!" I sprinted as fast as I could, fear giving me endless strength. Without slowing down, I ran into the front door. It gave away and I kept going. I made my way to her bedroom. I tried the handle. Locked.
"I'M HERE. OPEN THE DOOR!" I shouting, banging the door. "HEY!"
I backed up, and ran into the door. It gave away, and I rushed in.
The first thing I noticed were her walls. They were splattered with red. A lot of it. I looked down. She was lying there, in the floor, her eyes closed, like she was sleeping. There was a pool of red around her, getting bigger. There was a silver gun in her small hands, still smoking.
I dropped to my knees and pulled her close to me. The blood flowing from her head kept flowing. I placed my hand over it, to stop the bleeding. I grabbed her shoulders and shook her back and
" Iaavsts. I'm here. Wake up... come on. I'm here now. Stay with me...wake up."
I held her to my chest, sobbing. My hand was drenched with blood. "Come on, Iaavsts, you have to wake up. You made a fucking promise. You fucking promised me... I don't know what to do without you. Come on... please... wake up" I shook her, but she didn't respond.
"Iaavsts, wake up...please... I need you. I don't know what to do without you... I need you here. You and me. We're gonna make it out alive, you fucking promised... We're gonna... We're gonna... gonna... go out... remember? For... for... ice cream... Wake up, and I'll take you. Wake up. Please. Wake up wake up wake up wake up WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP DAMMIT COME ON!" I shook her again. Nothing.
She... she's gone...
I held her to my chest, sobbing. I couldn't stop. "Wake up, please... I'm begging you... I love you... I love you... I love you... I love you so much... come back... come back... you have to... please come back..." I held her and cried for hours. I finally looked up. The gun was a few feet away. I reached for it.
I woke up, still crying.
YOU ARE READING
My Dream Book
Aléatoire"Should I make a dream book?" "No I shouldn't." "Why shouldn't I?" "Because it's gonna be fucking embarrassing!" "Your fucking embarrassing." "Fuck you!" "What time" "..." "..." "..." "Bitch I'm making that dream book."
