Tragedy
By Akari Van Halen
Roger was worried. April was to meet him at CBGB's one hour ago. She was getting ready when he left with his equipment. Maybe she's not quite ready, he thought, or maybe she got hurt... But he noticed she was dressing in black...Was it a cliché? he thought.
Then, he remembered.
The last time she had dressed in that much black, she had attempted suicide. She even dyed her hair for the 'occasion.'
She couldn't have. She wouldn't...not now...
Roger took off for the loft, as fast as he could. He broke open the door, then ran up the stairs to the apartment, in which upon reaching, broke open the apartment's front door. He ran up to the locked bathroom door.
"APRIL! Open the door! APRIL!" he screamed, loud enough for anyone on the other side to hear. He broke open the door and was horrified at what he saw. April lay there in a bathtub filled with ice. Lit candles were everywhere. And big surprise she was all in black. He lifted her body out of the bathtub, slowly, without a word from his lips. That was when he saw the notethe note that would change his life forever:
We've got AIDS.
He thought he meant wickedness to the world, but indeed, the worldwas wickedness to him.