I opened my eyes in fear. I didn't know where I was, or how I was going to get out. I was in fear. Yes, even I was able to feel fear. I am only human, after all. To be honest with you, I never thought our friendship... would end like this. I guess it was a consequence of my actions.
The day started off well enough. Me and him were fairly happy with each other. Chatting with each other. Him helping me with my schemes. You know. The usual. But I guess all that helping me caused him to snap. He said he didn't like me anymore, which was unusual for him.
"He hates me." I had thought. "Why didn't I know that?" That led to where I am now, lying down on the ground, fire surrounding me, just coming back into consciousness. I still hurt from slamming into the ground, which I thought had gone away. And then... that last thing I had seen before blacking out raced back into my mind.
I slowly got up on my knees, blood coming off my body onto the ground. I had to find him... and see if he was alive so he could apologize to me... After all... I was the one that caused this whole thing in the first place... the schemes... the fire... And then, the inferno faded away, and I saw him. My breath caught.
I was worried that I had killed my best friend. I had set this whole building on fire in rage, and we were fighting with each other. An argument turned wrong, if you can say that. I was now met with a horrific sight. He was on his back, his body singed, and parts of his clothes and hair had been burned off. I ran towards him, and leaned down.
"C-Chris?" I said to him. He didn't answer, but he was breathing, meaning he was alive. I was relieved at that fact, but shocked at what I had done. "Chris." I said again, this time with a firmer tone of voice. He opened his eyes slowly, but he didn't say a word. I shook him, trying to get him to say something. "CHRIS!" I yelled angrily. "DON'T DO THAT GODDAMN SILENT TREATMENT WITH ME!"
I shook him harder, and he finally responded. "Dan? Why... why were we so foolish?" I stumbled back in shock. He smiled, showing the gap in his teeth. "Was it my... fault?" I replied with a snarky "Partially yours for snapping, partially mine for trying to murder you." Chris tried to get up, but he was still too weak.
I grabbed Chris by the arms, trying to help him up. "Here we go. I'm not going to try and kill you anymore." He was shaky, and almost fell back over. I talked to him in the tone I usually used only for my cat. "There we go. Small steps. Sssmmmaaaallll steps." He suddenly fell over onto his stomach, whimpering weakly, bleeding from the mouth.
I turned him over, and his mouth was still curled into a smile. His eyes rolled in the back of his head, and glassed over. My eyes widened in shock. "Chris?" I asked. Nothing came out. In fact, now he wasn't even breathing. I checked his vital signs. Very faint heartbeat, no breathing. This was bad. Very bad. I let go of his arms in shock.
I desperately and violently shook him. "Don't you dare toy with me! DON'T YOU DARE TRY AND PLAY DEAD! I KNOW YOU'RE ALIVE!" And then I grimly realized what had happened. He was dead. Chris Pearson... my very best friend from childhood, was dead. And I was the cause of his death.
Chris is dead? I thought. I thought he never could of died! That he would never die! Never! But he did, and was. "Wake up, Chris! Please wake up." No response. I picked up his lifeless body, grunting as I did. Panic overcame me. I had killed Chris. I slowly walked out of the building, tears coming down my face.
I'm sorry.
THE END