Okay, all. This is my first fanfic ever. Hope you like it!
Disclaimer-I don't own Rent in anyway.
October 29, 1990, 3 PM, Eastern Standard Time. All of us were in the loft, waiting for news about Angel.
Roger was tuning his guitar, as usual, but this time, there were tears, slowly falling down his cheeks and landing on his shirt.
Mimi was silently weeping, looking out the window, staring out at the bleak skyline.
Maureen, usually gusty and full of life, looked as if someone had come and sucked all the passion and life out of her.
Joanne was on the ground, sitting with her knees hugged up to her chest, looking like a child, lost with no hope of going back home.
I just sat there, with my camera in my hands, hoping none of this was true, and that we could just go back to that Christmas, almost a year ago.
Suddenly, we all heard a shrill beeping noise, reminding Mimi and Roger to take their AZT. Roger completely ignored it and went on with tuning, but Mimi shot up instantly and took her medication. Ever since Angel got sick, she made sure she took her
AZT as soon as her beeper went off.
The phone started to ring, but we all ignored it, until the machine came on with Collins' voice.
"Throw down the keys." His voice was hard and expressionless.
Maureen leapt up, snatched the keys off the dish-laden countertop, and flung the keys down to Collins.
After what seemed like an eternity, he knocked softly on the door. Maureen, Mimi, Joanne, and I ran up to greet him.
His eyes were red, like he had been crying for a long time, yet there was no trace of tears anywhere. We could all tell from his expression what had happened.
Mimi completely broke down, sobbing against Joanne, who had tears falling down her own face.
Maureen was hugging Collins, and they both started crying rivers.
I couldn't move. Angel couldn't have died. It wasn't possible. I tried my best not to believe it, but eventually, I had to face it.
All of us were in a circle, crying, screaming, and feeling like a huge part of us had died along with Angel.
Roger was still sitting on the sofa, but he put his guitar down, and started crying into his hands.
Maureen had fought up the courage to say something.
"Did she say anything before she died?"
Collins turned to face her.
"Yes. Angel told me to tell you all that she loved you all so much. She had something to say about each of you."
"Mimi, she said to get your shit together, and to stop using. She didn't want you to get even sicker by still using."
Mimi, who was still sobbing, said, "I'm trying. I really am. It's just so hard…I'm trying my best."
Collins smiled slightly, glad that she was even making an effort.
"Maureen and Joanne," They both looked up, hearing their names.
"She wanted you to stop fighting. She knew you both really love each other. Joanne, she wanted you to stop trying to be jealous all the time, and Maureen, she said stop flirting with every creature that walks, in those exact words," He smiled a little more.
Mimi found that funny, I suppose, because she laughed a little, although it sounded more like a hiccup.
"Mark," he said, turning to me. "She said don't give up. Your films are going to make it big one day. You just gotta persevere."
Those words hit me like a cosmic storm. It felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders.
"Roger," he said finally. "Don't go to Santa Fe. Why would you throw your life away? One small argument means nothing. You've still got us."
Roger just sat there, and acted like Collins had never spoken.
We all felt horrible, knowing that we had lost one member of our family, and we were all fearing we would lose another.
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