Me: Don't even ask what the hell made me want to write this. It's darker than I usually write. I thought of it while riding in the car. Once again, don't ask. And this will be in someone's POV, but I'm not telling you who it is right now. You shall figure it out. Now, on with the story!
We were at his funeral. I can't even say his name without wanting to punch a hole through a wall. The three of us were sitting together. All looking solemnly at his casket that hadn't been buried yet. No tears were shed. We just looked on.
The cause of his death was a bullet through the head. The investigators came to the conclusion that it was suicide. But here are some facts to dwell on.
Did they ever find the gun used? No.
Did they find it odd that he didn't commit suicide anywhere near his home? May not be odd, but it may be something to think about. No one gave it a second thought.
Did anyone find it odd that his girlfriend didn't seem too distraught over his death? I'm not sure they even noticed. Of course, that's just the way she is about things like this.
Everyone found the fact that he committed suicide perfectly believable. Only the three of us knew the truth. And only the three of us would ever know the truth.
But I can think about this, can't I? I can dwell over the fact of how the mess all started. The fact that if he changed his actions he wouldn't be dead. The fact that I'm happy he isn't around anymore.
The fact that he never deserved to breathe in the first place.
Me: I know it kind of sucked. Just the prologue. This will probably be only two chapters. I'd love to hear in your reviews whose point of view this is in and who's dead. I already have it planned out, but you can always voice your opinion. I will try and update soon. Of course, if you don't review, than I won't continue. SO REVIEW PEOPLE, REVIEW!