I Miss You

Paul

I woke up to find it was morning and my head hurt. I then realized I was in bed. It wasn't my bed either. I realized I was in Richard's house.

I got my shoes and jacket on. I then went to find him. I went downstairs and looked through his house. I saw him asleep at his desk.

I walked over to him. "Reesh, are you ok?"

He jumped and and looked at me. His eyes were blood shot.
"Richard, we are supposed to go on tour tomorrow with Eisbrecher."

He nodded. I left and I went home. I didn't like the way he looked.

The first show went great. I found I was sharing a room with Richard the whole tour. I was sleeping and heard a weird sound. I brushed it off and went back to bed.

About five shows later I realized Richard had stopped talking to everyone. I was watching and he wasn't acting himself. So, after the show I got a shower and was wearing one of my medic shirts. Also a beanie that said my work and jacket. I then grabbed my backpack that had first aid stuff in it and my phone. I had my camera as well. I was then went to look for Richard.

I hit find me on my old iPhone and it lead me to a abandoned building. I didn't like this. We were in Nevada in the United States.

I got out my flash light and went to look through the building. The floor wasn't very sturdy. I then made it to the fourth floor. I then looked around and saw someone laying on the floor.

I slowly walked over to the person. I saw it was Richard. I bent down and saw he had a big cut on his arm. It was deep. I called for help while I tried to stop the bleeding. I then saw a knife and threw it. I got what I needed out of my bag and put it back on my back. He was loosing too much blood.

"Hold on Richard please."

I tried stop the flow of blood temporarily but not cut his circulation off. So then I wrapped it so he would not get anything in it. I then tried to move him and that was a mistake. The floor gave and I passed out from all the pain.

I woke up and realized our manager was in the room. "You are fired you are nothing but trouble they are fine without you. Don't even talk to them. They all hate you for what you just did."

He then stormed out. The doctor came in. He looked at me. "Your lucky. You have a broken wrist medic. You also have a few broken ribs from your friend landing on you. Your bag stopped you from being paralyzed. Also you are a very quick one. You did have to have staples on your forehead. About eight of them. But you are free to go. Your friend is in the next bed over. We had to give him blood. Your quick thinking might have saved him. He isn't breathing on his own either. I am sorry."

I walked over and sat next to Richard. I realized our manager was right I have been the cause of Richard's problems. I decided to make a split second choice.

"Richard, please don't feel bad about this. I think this is best. I don't want you to hurt anymore."

I found my bag and wrote a letter to the band. I then text my wife and deleted it. I saw they found my other iPhone. I then left a pictures of me and Richard on both lock and main screen. I know maybe with me gone he could heal.

I gave both to the doctor and told him to keep me updated on Richard's progress. I told him to declare me dead. To tell the manager my choice.

I then told Richard goodbye and left. I was on my way back to Berlin and to try to tell my family we needed to move to Russia.

I cried thinking about how much I was going to miss everyone. But, if they didn't want me it was ok. I had my family.

I walked into my house and put down all my stuff and my wife saw me. I went to our room and set my stuff down. I sat down on the bed. I just started to cry and it hurt. My wife sat next to me.

"Paul, What happened?"

"Arielle, I just got blamed for Richard trying to kill himself. I found him and tried to stop the bleeding. I only found him do to my cell phone you gave him. Also I have to get another phone. I left it with Richard. I told them to declare me dead. Our manager said ever since I came back I have been the problem and everyone hates me again. I got hurt when the floor gave and we fell four stories into the basement. I broke Richard's fall when he landed on me. I have broken bones."

"That is awful."

"I did give the doctor your number to see if Richard makes it."

She nodded. She laid down next to me and snuggled with me. I felt horrible. I wish I would have stayed gone the first time. She seen me flinch when she touched my ribs. She then was more careful. She let me cry. She knew I was hurt. I cried myself to sleep.