Bloodstained Bathtubs and an Absence of Death (Frerard)

8 - Bye bye Bob

After leaving the bathroom, I instantly looked for another room to go to that wasn't filled by clusters of dancing, screaming, drunk, high, and just outright overly excited party-goers.

Now that I had settled down a bit from earlier and was thinking straight again, I found it much easy to navigate. Right away, I found a staircase leading upstairs. If there had been no sign of Bob downstairs, then maybe he had wondered upstairs.

After I had made my way around a couple of people who had passed out on the stairs, I took a look around. The upstairs actually looked kinda familiar to me. Back when I used to actually be friends with Bob, we usually hung out in his room. The only problem was, I had to figure out which one was his.

Bob's parents had died a while back and he had inherited the house with all its riches, and I could only imagine all the crazy things he had done with the spare bedrooms. But I had a feeling that his room was still in the same place as it had been. He did have the biggest one in the house after all, so I doubted that he would have left it.

So, when I reached the end of the hall, I pushed open the door to his room and surprisingly found him talking with a girl near his bed. They noticed me right away, and the girl almost looked relieved that I had interrupted them. Bob on the other hand- not so much...

"Dude, what the fuck are you doing up here?" He raised his voice at me, "The party's downstairs. Get out!"

Before I could speak, the girl turned to him, "No, no, it's okay. I needed to refill my drink anyway". And with that, she rushed out of the room, leaving the two of us alone.

"Come on, I had almost convinced her to blow me, man!" Bob groaned, throwing his arms up.

I rolled my eyes at him, "Yeah, I can tell by the way she practically sprinted back downstairs".

Stepping closer to me, he replied, "Hey, who do you think you are talking to me like-" Then he stopped dead in his tracks, studying my face carefully. "Gerard? What are you doing here?"

"Eh, I thought I'd pay you a little visit. It has been a while after all..." I answered, as I shut the door behind me.

Bob looked concerned, "I thought you didn't want to talk to me anymore. Ever since you stood up for your pathetic little brother".

"Don't call him that," I snarled. "You're the asshole who bullied him for no fucking reason. You deserve what's coming to you".

"What's that supposed to m-" Bob was cut off by his own choking.

Suddenly, blood spilled out from his mouth and chest, and he fell forwards. As I caught him, I felt a rush of euphoria for the first time in a long while. I contently watched as the life in him slowly drained out of his eyes. I felt his body become heaver in my arms as his legs grew weaker. His breathing began to slow and his choking ceased.

Yes, with one quick movement, I had stabbed him straight in the heart and killed him.

I couldn't believe I had actually done it. I was starting to think that after the whole ordeal with Frank, that I had lost my ability to murder people. Yet, here Bob was, slowly dying in my arms as his blood gushed out from his insides. And let me tell you, it was such a great feeling. Such a beautiful sight. So wonderful in every single way. 

"Any last words?" I asked with a proud, sinister smile. But Bob could no longer speak. The only thing that left his mouth was his last breath.

Then, his head fell limp with the rest of his body, so I tossed him to the ground and stabbed him a few extra times to make sure he wasn't going to somehow recover like Frank mysteriously had.