A Few Hours Later
Kat's POV
They discharged me from the hospital after they used shock paddles to bring me back to life. I told them I had fell from my second story window when in reality, I threw myself from it. I tried to commit suicide but it didn't work. I sighed as I walked home at 2:00am. The air was cold and I suddenly got an empty feeling inside of me. I felt depression and I didn't know why. I began to walk faster, suddenly urgent to reach my house, although I lived alone. I walked up the small porch and noticed when I went to push the door it was open. This wasn't a good sign because the only one who had a key besides me was Chase.
Oh no. I quickly ran up the stairs and to my bedroom. As I stopped in front of the door, I noticed a pool of blood oozing from underneath and flowing down the hallway. My heart ached more now and I silently prayed that I didn't see what I thought I was about to. I pushed the door open with my eyes closed then slowly opened them and gasped in the process.
Chase was hanging from a rope he had somehow managed to attach to my ceiling. The rope was tightened around his neck and slightly ripped open causing the blood to pool on the floor and out of my door. I fell to my knees, not caring that blood was ruining whatever I was wearing. I grabbed my hair and screamed in anger. I lost him again? I stood and noticed an envelope on my bed. I slowly walked over, retrieved it then began reading:
Dear Kat,
I love you. I want you to know that I obviously don't you love you as much as I hate myself because I was selfish enough to kill myself. I'll be honest with you because that's at least what you deserve. When you told me you had AIDS I was so disappointed in you that I left to clear my mind not realizing that my actions caused you to kill yourself. I don't think that you'll ever get to read this letter since you died first but someone will and they'll know our story. I killed myself because you killed yourself and I can't live without you. I'll see you soon, babe.
- Chase
I had wet the paper with my tears. I couldn't believe I was so stupid. He's gone because of me. Now what do I have left to live for? I shook the thoughts from my head because those exact thoughts are what got me in this situation to begin with.
The Next Day; Sunday Night
I dressed in a black dress with blue beads at the top. Chase loved this dress on me. I sat on a chair in my living room. A vase of fresh red roses sat next to a large picture frame with his picture in it. I begin to cry as I remembered all the good times we had together, from childhood all the way up. I tried wiping my tears but they kept falling.
"He's gone, and he's never coming back. It's all my fault."
My thoughts began to overwhelm me and I suddenly realized that life wasn't worth it with Chase gone. I slowly retrieved the gun I had taped under my chair incase I ever needed it. I mentally built up the courage and pulled the trigger against my head. Nothing happened. In frustration I threw the gun across the room as it hit the wall and fell to the ground. Why can't I just die? I just cried until I had no tears left and even after, I cried until I was silent and could do nothing but stare at Chase's picture. My house phone rang and I couldn't get up to answer it so the voice mail played out loud.
"Hey honey it's mummy.
How are you and your brother Chase?
I haven't seen you guys in so long,
come by and visit will ya?
Love you, bye."
I chuckled humorlessly. Why does everything happen on Sunday nights? ~
The End ~
