We're Serious About Gender

It was August 21, 2015, the night was dark and the wind was cold. The rain pouring so hard it fogs. JP reached for his cell while driving setting it on mute. The silence was deafening. His eyes are bloodshot probably from the ecstasy he took. He was moaning while driving. He was high. On his trunk lies his faithful lover Rebekah. As pale as the Styrofoam, her blood drips in volume. On the way to the house he bought years ago, there was a checkout point. There were three policemen standing trying to stop him. His eyes were red but they let him go. After handing out an attache case full of cash. There was a sound coming from the trunk but he was so high to even notice. He stopped the car on the hill he stood there for about ten minutes. He pulled the gun from his pocket and tried to pull the trigger on his face. He counted one to three until he felt a hand with blood on his arms. This is the story of JP and Rebekah and how they tried to love each other.