Okay, so this story is just an idea so far.
If enough of you like it, I'll continue with it. I apologize if it isn't mind blowing yet, I'm sorta half asleep and like I just said. Just an idea at the moment.
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Another thing, yeah, this story ((if continued)) will later involve shipping.
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I honestly can't quite comprehend the information I have just been given. I looked at the ground for a moment, staring hard at the ugly tan colored carpet beneath me. I was just so sure this was only an illusion, maybe even a delusion.. After all, I had shot up just an hour or two before.
"Im sorry, but what did you just say?"
"I know this must be a lot to take in right now, but you have to trust me when I say everything will be alrigh-"
Before the poor son of a bitch could even finish his statement, I just had to interrupt him. "Who are you? Really, who the fuck are you?" I paused a moment, chuckling to myself.
"Guys? Matt, Zacky, get in here! How'd you even get in?"
Matt and Zacky quickly arrived, snorting when they saw a man dressed in a fancy tux. Now that I think about it, he kinda looked like a fucked up version of "The Godfather".
"Who the hell are you?" Matt asked with a goofy smirk beginning to tug on the corners of his mouth. Zacky stood there in a bit of an awkward stance, staring at the unfamiliar face. The older man's expression softened, the wrinkles on his forehead starting to show a little more.
"I'm so sorry," he began. "There isn't another way for me to say this, and I am sorry that I have to be the one informing you of this tragedy. Brian, I believe that's your name, yes?"
I rolled my eyes, ready for this gig to be up. I turned my attention to Zacky and Matt, swaying back and forth a little. "This guy here just came in, claiming to be a coroner, fucking saying Jimmy is dead."
Matt's eyes darted over to mine, looking at me as if trying to read my mind. "What?" He demanded, turning his attention back to this "coroner".
"My name is Dean Byston, I am a government official who confirms and certifies dea-"
Before interrupting, Matt angrily looked over at me, then to Zacky and lastly this guy named Dean. "Look buddy, I don't know who the hell let you in here, this is private property, so I guess we need a new guard at the gate. I don't know when the last time you got high was, but you must be pretty up there to come up with a story like this. We just talked to Jimmy about 4 days ago." Dean's facial expression changed as he sighed and took a step back. "I don't expect you to take this well. No one has. His family was a bit skeptical at first as well. I am so sorry. Your friend, James Sullivan has passed. The determined cause of death is believed to be natural causes. It happened a few days ago. Immediate, then extended family were notified first."
Zacky looked to me, mouthing the words "What the hell, Syn?" The man took one last look at the three of us, shaking his head.
"It's a shame. He was a truly great man, but I am sure he is in a better place now." He mumbled, turning to leave. Before Dean could barely get out of the doorway, I was already pulling out my cellphone, looking for Jimmy's number just to prove this coroner wrong. I tapped the call button on the screen, shoving the device up to my ear. The phone rang several times, each second I didn't hear him answer, I think I could feel a burst of adrenaline enter my system.
Finally, on the fifth ring, things became silent. "Hello?" I asked, expecting to hear the Rev great me with a "sup fucker?", or "what do you want now, Syn?" But nothing. More silence.
Matt, grabbed the phone out of my hand, turning up the volume before holding it to the side of his face. "Rev." He firmly said. I could tell Zacky was getting more and more nervous by the way he swallowed hard, clenching his fists. I thought I could hear soft crying coming from the other end of the phone, but I wasn't quite sure. Not even 10 seconds later, Matt's head shot up, his blank stare landing on me. Before Zacky or I knew it, the phone was slipping from his hand. It looked like it was falling in slow motion and it felt like minutes before I actually heard it hit the ground. I stood there staring back at my two best friends.
"Oh God..." Matt whispered. My mind went spiraling and I couldn't help but wonder two things. How many drugs were in my system in order for me to actually believe my best friend had somehow died in the last 4 days, and oh shit. What the hell was about to happen?