(POV) Jefferson:
As I walk into his room, a scowl on my face the stench of rotting corpses hits me. I gag and scan the room for Madison who is lying asleep on the bed. I walk over to his desk, in search of something valuable or money when I see a note.
I feel all colour drain from my face as I read it.
This is the end of James.
I have just read his suicide note.
And I am the one too blame for his death.
I run to the toilet and throw up until I feel empty.
Then I take the crumpled note and throw it down the toilet. Then I flush the toilet.
Slowly I take a pew at Madison's desk. Now I need to re-write it. Okay Thomas, you can do this, I tell myself my hands shaking. My heart beating fast. This is what I wrote:
Dear to all Whom are Concerned,
I have overdosed in an act of suicide. Life was too much and as a Christian man, I hope and believe I will go to heaven. My dearest friend Thomas Jefferson was very comforting, always there for me but he couldn't help me single handedly. I was too sad to do this.
To all my loved ones; I am so sorry.
To Jefferson and all close friends; Thank you so much for being there for me!
Thank you,
Your obedient servant,
J. Madison.
What a masterpiece! I marvelled at how similar our handwriting was before running downstairs to alert the police of his death. I can't stop myself from smiling. This is kinda fun!
(POV) Eliza:
Rubbing my bloodshot, red, streaming eyes, I climb out of bed. I can't believe it. Not Madison! My only quiet, nice not show-off friend. I get up and pour myself a fresh coffee, my eyes brimming over once again. As I pull my favourite, comfiest sweater on, I also struggle into my jeans. All ready for school now. URGH, I have a lecture this morning!
I wash myself up then dab some makeup on. Then it all starts going wrong -
"Hey!" Says a girl who I don't really know, coming up to me.
Damn. I wanted some quiet time.
"Hi." I sniff, rubbing my nose with a soft tissue.
"You okay?" She asks.
"Just gotta cold!" I reply, lying.
"Oh, okay!"
Then she says something that flips my stomach;
"Did you hear, James Madison - Jefferson mindless crony - committed suicide! It's so dumb, and you have to admit... it's kinda funny!" She laughs but then stops when she sees my disgusted face.
"Y-you bitch!" I stutter.
"Someone's touchy!" She giggles uncertainly.
That does it.
With all my might I bring back my fist and punch her in the mouth.
That's how I end up in the principal's office on the first day back.
I have too admit though - I did feel satisfied when he told me I'd broken the silly girl's jaw.
So satisfied that I laughed...
Shit.
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Raise a Glass {COMPLETED}
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