The boy lay there. On the cold ground of the devastated living room. He was nearly unconscious.
There were several empty bottles of beer standing on the table. A dumbbell fell loudly to the floor.
He didn't know what hit him. Two hours ago, he wanted to go to the planned concert. It would have been his first, and he was really looking forward to it.
So he was happy to join a young man his age as the man offered him to go with him. He accepted the offer and was taken to the apartment of the other man. It wasn't the nicest place he'd imagined, but anyway, he got into the apartment.
Well, the apartment smelled really terrible. It smelled like pure alcohol and other stuff. But he wasn't discouraged by that, because Jeffrey, the other boy, offered him a ride to the concert after a few bottles of beer.
They talked to each other. Well, actually he was talking most of the time, but at least they had an interesting exchange.
But something was weird about that man. Maybe not weird, but he was different. Jeffrey was drunk, he noticed.
Jeffrey started making him feel unpleasent, so he planned to say goodbye. But Jeffrey didn't let him. 'No, I don't want you to go.' There was such a familiarity in this sentence, yet Jeffrey hadn't pronounced it that way.
'But I have to', he muttered. However, he decided to sit on some old, dark, brown chair, with his back to Jeffrey.
The very next moment, he felt something hard, metallic on his neck. He was hit. Twice.
He felt on the floor. He was scared to hell and moaned. What was that? He stared at the young man with wide, open eyes, as he bent over him. He had a heavy dumbbell in his hands.
The next he had heard was a loud noise because the dumbbell fell to the ground. He made him being frightened again. He felt his eyes becoming sleepy.
'Jeffrey?', he whispered before he fell into a deep sleep. And he didn't realize this was the last word he ever spoke.