It is in the middle of the night. The rain is pouring down and all I can hear is a sudden bang. Shocked as I am in this moment, I'm able to get a hold of my best friend. He's quite in a terrible condition. „Rogue" is all I'm able to say right now as I hold him close to me and my rage is getting stronger by every passing minute he isn't reacting at all to me. I take my vest, lay it as a cushion underneath his head, then I get up and stare right now at the young woman and her father standing right infront of me. The upcoming tears burn in my eyes. Besides, I just can't forgive at all what this man has done to my best friend right now.
„Now, now, Sting. Just calm down. I will find another suited candidate to work with you"
„You killed him, YOU BASTARD KILLED ROGUE"
is all I'm able to say as I grab the gun that is currently laying on the floor and I shoot three times at him.
Then I let the gun drop, pick up Rogues Body and run as fast I can away from the parking lot. Right now the rain increases in strength and thanks to my tears I'm no longer able to see clearly. My body reaches quickly its limit as I reach a park not far away and pressing Rogues body close to me, I allow myself to slide down at the trunk of a mighty maple tree.
„Rogue, please forgive me. I wasn't strong enough to protect you at all" are the words right now coming from me. Right now I don't know, he's only unconscious. Right now, it feels like I reached the end of the line. No, I won't give police the chance to lock me in for something I did driven by my urge to defend my own life. I rather die than to be accused for a crime I haven't done at all. As I look right now at him, I know exactly what to do. Because for me this is the end.
„I wish, I would have told you so much earlier that my feelings for you are much more than for a simple friend" is all I can say right now with a weak smile. But I can also feel how the tears run down my cheeks next to the heavy rain on my entire skin. They are tears of pain, regret and sadness. I'm honestly ashamed about keeping the truth hidden infront of my best friend, who was so much more to me. For all that happend I'm the one to blame. Because I simply allowed to be controlled and blackmailed so easily by her.
Right now I chaste a short kiss on his lips, then I decide to use the razor blade I had confiscated from him days earlier. My decision is clear. I cut my veins in order to see him again. I won't leave him alone any more. But I never expected my current plan to be intervened by a mere stranger.
Because due to her interaction in stopping me to commit suicide, I ended up in a hospital bed hours later. But I regain conciousness only a few days later. So I learn about the man tormenting us being in prison after I open my eyes again. Damned. That bastard is still alive. But actually right now I worry about, why I was stopped at all. Why am I not allowed to move on? Right now I need to be with him and not being treated to stay alive. There is nothing for me to focus on. Only on the afterlife to be at his side. I just want to see him. Just one last time