I love Rent. It is a great story, and if you are lucky enough to have the chance to see it in New York, I recommend you do.
April's thoughts
April's actions
Mark commentating
-Roger
I don't know how to tell you this easily. I want you to know that I love you, but……
Tears splashed down her face as April tried to write out the letter. Fuck, how could it all come down to this? She loved him with all her heart and soul, but she didn't know how she could live in a world with….with….sigh.Oh damnit,Ican't even manage to bring myself to think of it.
She hoped she was doing the right thing, choosing the appropriate path, but was she sure? What if it wasn't? How could she make a different decision when she was….dead? Death. Maybe that's what scared her more then living with the disease, the threat of dying. But wasn't that what she was trying to do now? Would it be that much different if she killed herself now or later? Am I willing to give up everything I love? Maybe I should wait, maybe I should go talk to somebody…But there was no one to talk to. Mark's involved with his work, Roger is…oh Roger.Shit, I don't want to think of him now.He was who she would miss the most. Not even her family could come close to being loved as much as she loved him. He'll make it…he must make……he has to live…for me. Yes damnit, he has to live for me. She paused, her pen wavering over the paper. Wouldn't that be selfish though? Shouldn't I live for me?
Wiping the tears from her eyes, she took her time putting the cap back on the pen. Maybe this is better. She thought as she stood up; steady herself on the edge of the table. Now he won't have to worry about me. She slowly made her way to the bathroom, holding the piece of paper in her hands gently, seeming to be afraid it might give her a paper cut. He'll live on, and I won't be forgotten. She turned the handle of the door, pushing it open and just standing in the doorway, taking in her surroundings. She glanced around, then behind her, trying to memorize every little detail about the apartment space she had been living in with her boyfriend. I hope he gets off the drugs…Oh man...maybe Mark will help him…I could never help him in this condition…She walked into the bathroom and stepped into the bathtub.
Setting the letter on the ledge next to her, she picked up the razor. I guess it's now or never…you can back out of this…but do you want to? She took the razor and held it gently over the tender skin of her wrists. I will not let AIDS run my life…Fuck it, I take control of my destiny! As she slashed into the skin, the room around her started to spin. The one thing she could make out was the crimson color of her life spilling out of her body.
"Roger, I love you," April whispered as her eyes took in the red and white of her surroundings. Then, like the flash from a camera, she flickered out of this world.
"Close on Roger, his girlfriend April left a note saying "we've got AIDS" before slitting her wrists in the bathroom".
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