We are sitting in the locker room before our shift starts. Drew is digging around in his bag and everyone else is keeping busy.
My phone starts ringing, the number is odd. I answer it.
"Hello" I say
"Jordan"
"Topher? Whats wrong?" I suddenly felt a shiver down my spine. Everyone in the locker room looked at me and moved near me.
"It's TC." He said barely without crying. I dropped the phone and started balling, I wrapped myself up in a ball and cried. Drew took the phone from the floor and answered it.
"Hey, Topher, What's going on? What happened?" He said quickly with a lot of concern.
"oh, Oh My Gosh.. yeah, I understand. I'll see you then" he hung up and then sat down next to me and comforted me.
TWO DAYS LATER..
I came to work today out of habit. I walk in the door and Kenny stops me.
"Jordan, You shouldn't be here"
"I know, I just couldn't sit at home missing him"
Just then I saw Topher leaving the locker room with a box of TC's things.
I run towards him.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"I was going to drop this off at your house" He says pulling a letter from his pocket, " so I thought I would bring his things to you"
"You're the reason he is dead, I can get his things"
"You don't think I don't blame myself already, he was my best friend. The reason I came home the first time."
"Well he didn't come home this time" I grabbed the box and snatched the letter from him and went to the locker room. I placed the box down and pulled out the letter.