Set The Town Afire

Breakdown

"Dave?"
I knocked on the door.
"Dave, please open the door."
No response.

I leaned my head against the cool wooden door leading to the bathroom, closing my eyes and sighing heavily.

After realizing what he had done, Dave had run off and locked himself up in the bathroom where we couldn't get to him.
And now it was my task to take care of him, because Junior had magically disappeared the moment that his band mate ran off and the other guys were nowhere to see.

"Dave, it's okay. I know that you aren't feeling well and that you regret what you did in your anger. Please... Just stop hiding and let's clear things up together. It can't go on like that."

By now I didn't believe that this monologue was going anywhere anymore. He was gonna shoot something up his veins and walk out of there like nothing happened, snapping at every poor soul crossing his path.
Or he would turn into super creepy nice and friendly Dave who would want to hug his beloved best friend David and apologize to him because of what he had done.
Either way, he was gonna mess up.

But I also noticed that he started to take interest in self harm.
It seemed to fantasize him in some way, his only other passion aside from sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll.

And who could blame him, with the poor excuse of a life he led.

Suddenly the door opened.

But the one who walked towards me, tears streaming down his red, painfully twisted face, wasn't drugged Dave.
He was sober, to my surprise.

For a moment, we just stood and stared at each other.

He was the first to talk.
"Tiffany... I... I want to die.", he whispered, his voice drowning in tears.
"I don't deserve to live anymore."

I looked at him, not sure how to react.

"Dave, I'm sure..."
He cut me off, raising his voice: "No, you're not sure! You're just trying to make me feel comfortable, to make me forget what an asshole I am! Stop feeding me lies!" His last words were barely audible because he started to shake uncontrollably and whimpered. 
"You bitch, you... You just want to keep me alive so you can brag with your rockstar boyfriend! I'm so done with you!"

Before I could do anything and tell Dave that he was wrong and that I was indeed worried about him and never would dream about seeing him as a status symbol - especially not in his current mental state - he too stormed off, off into I don't know what. Just out of the front door.

And he left a crying mess breaking down in the middle of the floor, sobbing loudly and cursing herself for being socially incompetent and for being unable to help her instable boyfriend.