(Myca's Point of View)
I wake up to see that Jon is gone. He left a note on his pillow saying he had to go to work and that he'll be back around four. I look in his closet to look at how bloody his clothes are, but I spotted an acoustic guitar. I never would've thought in a million years that Jon would play guitar or listen to music for that matter. I was actually kind of impressed until I saw what was written on the front of the guitar with permanent marker. It said;
'To my best friend ever, Jonathan! I won't ever forget you. -Mercy'
I wonder who Mercy was. I sit on the bed and start playing the guitar. It sounded like a dream. It was tuned perfectly. Either this Mercy person taught Jon how to play guitar like an expert or he hasn't touched it since she gave it to him. I'll ask about her when Jon gets home.
I started playing every song I knew on guitar. The sun started to slowly set. I check the clock and it was almost six at night. Jon should've been home about two hours ago. I was wondering what was keeping him. I wanted to go for a walk, But there was no way for me to get a hold of Jon. So, I'm stuck in this apartment until he comes home. I can't find any books that fascinate me enough and Jon doesn't have a TV. I wonder if people found Griggs yet.
I hear the door unlock and Jon walking in the bedroom.
"I see you found Delilah."
"Delilah?"
"Thats what Mercy named her guitar."
"Who is Mercy?"
(Jonathan's Point of View)
"Mercy Reign was my best friend in high school. She stood up for me and beat up anybody that made fun of me. She got in a lot of trouble for that. She was a punk rock fan. She wore all black everyday and wore shirts of different punk bands like Sex Pistols, The Exploited, and so on. Half of her head was shaved because she had brain surgery. Most people thought it was because she was a weirdo. I thought she was amazing and a talented artist. She wasn't popular because she only spent time with me. Bo's friend Paul kept hitting on her, but she hated him so much. He would stop in front of her locker to talk to her and offer to walk her to class, but she refused every time."
"I think it was because she liked someone else."
"She did. She liked me. Can you believe that? I didn't realize it until it was too late. I told her I was going to ask Sherry to the costume party. I knew she was hiding something from me, but I didn't know what it was. She told me not to, that it was a really bad idea. I of course didn't listen to her because I was too head over heels for Sherry. When I told Mercy she said yes, she told me not to go. She told me that it was a trap. I got mad at her because I thought she said it because she thought nobody was capable of having feelings for me. When I yelled at her, I've never seen her so upset in the three years I knew her.
"The night of the costume party, I showed up with Sherry. I saw Mercy there dressed up as her idol, Sid Vicious. I went to go talk to her to tell her I was sorry, but Sherry pulled my arm and led me into a dark room. Mercy started to chase after me. She looked really scared. She called my name, but Paul got in her way and asked her to dance with him. She refused as always. Thats all I saw before Sherry closed the door.
"After I woke up from Bo smashing a pumpkin on my head, Mercy was sitting right next to me, waiting for me to wake up. Everyone left us there and it was about three in the morning. Her hair was messed up, she had bruises on her arm, a split lip, and she was shaking. I asked her what was wrong, but at the time, she wouldn't tell me. She wouldn't tell anyone. All she said was that I could sleep over he house tonight because she knew my grandmother would be mad at me if I showed up at home late at night.
"When we got to her house, my grandmother was already there waiting for me. She obviously took me home. She called Mercy a whore for keeping me out so late. Mercy didn't say anything. Just cried and ran into her house. The next day, she didn't show up for school or the next day or the day after that. I started to get really worried about her. I went to her house after school even after grandmother told me to never see her again. I asked her mom if she was home. She said she was and that I can go see her.
"I went into Mercy's room and she was sitting on her bed, playing her guitar. It was her most prized possession and she never let anyone touch it, but that day, she let me play it. I wasn't any good, but she taught me. I then asked why she hasn't been in school. She told me that after Sherry closed the door, Paul grabbed her by the arm, took her to a dark room upstairs, and raped her." Myca put her hand over her mouth in horror.
"Thats terrible. What happened to her?"
"She went to an asylum in a different state. I never saw her again. That day, she gave me her guitar and signed it. Like she knew she wasn't ever going to see me. I think that was her own way of saying goodbye."
"Do you miss her, Jon?" Tears began to swell my eyes, but I didn't let on slip.
"Everyday. You remind me of her in a way. Kind hearted except to people who needed their asses beaten, wears all black, listens to obscure music that everyone found disturbing. She was just different."
"How did you find out she liked you?"
"The day she gave me her guitar, she kissed me. She told me she was in love with me. I didn't know until it was too late."
"I'm so sorry. I'm sorry for bringing up painful memories again."
"Its not your fault. That made me want to seek revenge on Bo and Sherry and Paul and just everyone. I hated everyone. I wanted destroy everything and burn everything to the ground. She was my only friend and she was gone because I just wasn't meant to be happy." Tears just spilled down Myca's cheeks. She hugged me and buried her face deep into my chest. I just wanted to hold onto her and never let go.
(Myca's Point of View)
"I'm so sorry."
"You always say you're sorry."
"Because I feel horrible that I keep bringing up painful memories. It seems like I just make everything worse."
"No, you don't make things worse. Can you play me a song?" I let go of Jon and pick up the guitar.
"Any song in particular?"
"Surprise me." I started strumming away. Just playing random notes in random order. I was always more of a bassist than guitarist. Jon seemed to like it, he even showed teeth when he smiled. Thats a first.
