Toxic Lips

Malevolence

//Liza's POV//

Petrified, I couldn't move for 3 minutes. I stayed back against the wall, my eyes wide, tearing up. I finally swallowed, it felt like a golf ball going down my throat. Taking a few deep breaths, I found myself staring down the white paper folded and placed next to Alex. I pushed my small body off the wall walking shakily over to Alex. Trying to keep my gaze on the paper, and not Alex. I reach down, pinching the paper, bringing it to my chest. I run out of the laundry room, and go to sit on the couch before my legs give out from shaking too much. I look down at the paper clutched in my hand, it has a few blood splatters on it, and now a tear drop. I open it slowly, I unfold one last flap, words fill the page. I read them slowly, sniffing between sentences.

The Note

I'm not sure if anyone will find me, I'm not even sure if I'm really going to do this. Well hi there if you find me. Maybe you knew David. David Dobrik, my best friend. Well he's gone now. He's not coming back either. And without him, well, it's hard. He's the life of the party, you know? He's the life of me. I feel like I might not express it but without David, it's not really worth it. If you don't have a David in you ur life, get one, because mines gone. I know I know, he's only in a another country, you could literally just go see him by flying there in a plane, it's not hard. But the only problem is, yes he is in another country, but he's in prison. Life sentence. He did something and I'm not sure what, they only told me, I can't see him, and that he's in prison. Well there you have it, guess I'm gone now.

-Alex

//Liza's POV//

Prison? Life sentence? So much is happening so fast I can feel my head begin to pound, almost like someone is knocking on my head, yelling at me to just go ahead, scream. Scream out, scream, just let it all out. David's in prison apparently and Alex committed suicide. I don't scream, it'll only stress me out more. I want to be wearing one of David's shirts right now but I can't go in there. What do I do? Do I call 911? Do I call someone else? 

I slip my hand into the pocket of my black shorts, I clutch my phone tight as I hold it up to my ear. My hand is shaking uncontrollably as I hear the voice on the other end.

"911 what is your emergency?" A small voice spoke.
"Um my, my um, um friend." I feel my voice cracking but I continue to push words out. "My friend um he has. I found him in his house and um, he has a gun and I believe he has shot, shot himself." I speak weakly.

After asking me a few questions, they send an officer on their way. I feel tears roll down my cheeks and onto my lap. I furrow my eyebrows together and scrunch up my nose. I'm mad at myself! I'm mad at myself because this is all my fault! David wouldn't be gone, Alex wouldn't be dead, David wouldn't be in prison if I just, if I just said yes.

If I had only said yes.

If only I said yes when David asked me to marry him.