Evelyn

Evelyn - Chapter Ten

His dorm was cold. Only hours before, the lively teenager struggled to maintain contiousness as he threatened to passout. 'This can't be happening' I thought. The empty packet of paracetamol sat along side his limp body, his right arm hung over the side of the bed which added to his lifelessness. It turned out that the unfamiliar face that acompanied Chloe to my dorm was in fact Mitch's room mate. I didn't catch his name, but he sure looked like he was in a state. No one had gathered the courage to read the note yet. We all remained silent, staring at our late friend.

Chloe shuffled slightly and whispered, "We shouldn't have left him. He was drunk, he was high, of course he would've been upset. Why did we leave him?" Again she welled up, but this time she did not care to wipe the tears from her mascara stained cheeks, she let them fall to the dirty carpet. "Oh god, I've been such an idiot. You know, the last conversation we had was an arguement. I never told him how much he meant to me, and how much I cared about him."

Chloe continued to drone on about Mitch and how guilty she felt for him leaving. Meanwhile Jonah picked up the crumpled note, his hands trembling at the touch of the coffee stained paper. His ocean blue eyes scanned the writing in a hurry, before he gritted his teeth and curled his hands into fists, his eyebrows connecting in anger. he rushed from the morbid scene and slammed the door shut on his exit. I scurried behind him out into the corridor and found him pounding his fists against the decaying walls. Before I could ask him anything he thrust his powerful hand into the structure and made a small hole. He gripped his fist and hugged it to his waist, whining in excruciating pain. His knuckles began to bleed and deep purple bruises appeared quickly. He slid his back down against the wall and dug his head into his knees. He began to sob loudly, his shaking exterior made him look extremely vunerable.

I copied his actions and sat next to him with my knees drawn to my neck. "What did it say?" I asked quetly, but loud enough for him to hear over him crying.

"Oh you know, the usual..." He stuttered between sobs. "nothing for me though, no message, not even an apology for being a complete ass about our secret!"

I just nodded. I couldn't say anything to Jonah. I couldn't say anything because I couldn't make him happy. I couldn't do anything but nod and sit with him, to let him know that although our lives seemed to be leading down a path of unfortunate events, there would be a light at the end of the tunnel. We all hoped that there would be a light.

"He also added a password for something but God knows what that means. How can he be sober enough to add a stupid password but not anything for me huh?" I stuttered for a bit not knowing how to answer him. You could feel the anger radiating from him. "Rhetorical question; don't answer that!"

In deciding that my friend needed some 'alone time' I retreated back to Mitch's dorm and saw his room mate trying to comfort Chloe, unsuccessfully. I swiftly strode past the two without giving them a second look. I reached to the floor and picked up the slightly ripped note, which had become some what battered after Jonah had dealt with it. Mitch's messy hand writing stood out against the stained paper. Although it was hard to read, I managed to make sense of it.

'So I seemed to have sobered up a little. Although my head is hurting a little. I didn't think I'd be doing this half drunk, half high but I never expected to have to do this anyway. It has come to my attention that if our lives were applied to a graph, then they would all be slowly sinking further down the page. So far that you would have to glue another page to the bottom of it just to fit the results on. Perhaps things would've been different if my life weren't so messed up. My relationships with people are a mess, and Evelyn has gone, dead, probably. Chloe, I love you and I am so sorry. You'll all be finding something out soon enough, please don't hate us. Dylan, thanks for being the best room mate (and right hand man) I could ask for! Charlie, Charlie stay strong and fight for her. I know you love her and I see the way you look at her. She needs you. Your the only one who can fix her, and I don't want her to fall like I have. And please tell my parents I love them! And that I am truly sorry. If you know me well enough you should know that I loathe taking medicine, especially when I'm not ill. So let's say that these painkillers are hopefully going to patch up the missing pieces in my heart and cure the hangover that will never come. As soon as I finish this letter I'll be releiving myself of this wretched pain I'm carrying on my shoulders everyday, finishing myself off with a nice glass of whisky. So cheers to life, and freedom, and love. Cheers to happiness, fortune, and the future. Please say hello to my whisky princess for me if you find her?

Love always, Michael.

P.S: It's password protected, her laptop. The code is Prince of Wales.