Never Love An English

The End

~1 year later~

Be Dirk:

Walking through this cramped apartment. I'd only bought it yesterday, I already hate the damned thing. Leaking faucets, stained floors, scribble covered walls. It's as if I five year old was always left unattended in here for hours at a time. An absolute mess. They left a bed behind, that saved some money. Still means I'll have to buy a bed for myself tho, because Dave already called "dibz". Whatever the fuck that means.

My best friend is coming over soon, Jakey, Mr. English, he's known by many names. Sure he's insane, but I love him. He knows I do, the voices in his head just make him a non believer.

I hope he remembers me today. Jake has Schizophrenia, sometimes I feel like he's not even listening. He forgets, a lot. I'll hug him, he'll sometimes push me away. Saying I'm a bad man, shoving me away. Once he almost pulled the trigger of his pistol on me. That time I only patted him on the back.

I see him coming inside. He forgets to knock sometimes. Well, most of the time. Okay I admit it, the first time he came over was the only time he knocked. Before entering, without permission.. He runs up to me. Hugging me, so tight I cannot breathe. I hold up my hand in surrender, he only hugs me tighter. I feel as if my bones are slowly bending in, close to breaking.

He let's go, I pant for air. He seems confused, "Chap, are you okay over there? Somethin' wrong?" He says, his accent flowing through every sentence as usual. All of the sudden he turns around, pulling out one of his guns. Pointing it towards the door, "did you hear those steps chap?" He asks.

"Y-yeah. It's just my b-bro. He's upstairs, must be comin' down for aj. "I say looking at him for assurance.

When Jake starts heading up the stairs, I slowly follow behind him.

I hear a loud slam and a harsh bang. I reach Jake, he has Dave in a tight grasp. "Alright chap, who are you and what are you doing here? " within a second, Dave is pulled off and slammed back into the wall and Jake shouts, "ANSWER ME!"

Dave is speechless. I grab Jake's shoulder, "Jake that's Dave, remember? He's my little bro. Can you hear me?" I say calmly. Dave drops to the floor. Jake grabs me by the collar of my shirt. My head and back hit the wall very painfully. The gun is pointed at my head.

"HEHEHE Dirky, you should know not to trust me by now. You'd think I'd be kicked out sooner than later. But nope, you've already fallen for me. Well sorry to break it Dirky. I'm not a homosexual." He does many evil giggles then says, "any last words, baby?"

Tears well up in my eyes. "If you kill me, just let Dave live. Spare him, please. " I speak almost crying. Jake takes off my shades, throwing them across the apartment.

"What ugly eyes you have. Don't worry, they'll be red. Just like your brother's! Are you excited? Oh of course you are, right Dirky?" He asks. I shake my head in disapproval.

He moves the gun to my stomach. I jult at the sudden pain. M-my best friend, sh-shot me.

I feel myself getting tired. A body is laying against my chest as I sink to the carpet flooring.

I see Jake, he's all cuddled up.

"Oh Dirk, who did this to you? Why are you bleeding so much? Was it him? Your brother did this, didn't he!!! Dave I'm gonna kill you!!!" Jake says. I put my arms around him, laying his head against my chest.

"J-jake. Y-you sh-shot *cough* me. I-i-i need h-help. P-please.." I say, coughing up blood.

"DIRK! How dare you accuse me of doing such a horrid thing! I would never!" Jake says, getting off of you. He elbowed me, right in the wound. I groan in pain, holding my stomach. I take off my shirt, painfully moving. I do my best to stop the bleeding. Jake stands and watches.

I tie the shirt on the opposite side of the blood. My word is going darker, and darker. Then lighter and lighter.

I wake up, screaming, sweating. I'm laying on the couch. I see Jake in my lap. He yawns, "Dirky are you okay? You've been screaming for 10 minutes. Saying things in your sleep about help. " he says. I hold him close. "I'm glad to be alive." I say hugging him tighter.

I get in the shower, all my sweat really reaked. That's weird, water isn't supposed to be red. I look at my stomach, there it was. A poorly stitched up, gun shot wound. Only the front had been stitched, the back left as a hole. I need to get to the doctor. I thought it was all a dream, this explains the red tint on Jake's fingers.

I dry myself off, after dressing, I meet Jake downstairs. I grab my car keys, but Jake stops me at the door. "Where are you going, beautiful? " he says, kissing me on the lips harshly. That's when the chloroform hit me. Then I hit the floor. I learned today, that this is how he lost Jane. Because just as she was killed, I felt my last breath. I bullet through the side of my head, right in my ear and out the other. Now I know what they all ment when they said never to love an English.

"Don't fall for them, they only hurt your head, and are always unexpected."

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