I had this stuck in my head for ages, I really hope I've done it justice, so here it is; my take on April's death, in the eyes of the man who loved her most. Shipping? Guess. Hope you like, and don't forget to review. Even if you don't like it, even if it's the worst fanfic you've ever read, just please; REVIEW! Reviews are inspiration :)
P.S. The author's note at the bottom contains spoilers. Please don't read it until you've finished. Oh, and I don't own anything from RENT (obviously, and sadly).
I never thought she would be one to take her own life. Even after she got sick, April was always cheerful. She was one of my closest friends, as well as someone I loved. But even if she did go to a better place, I never forgave her.
We didn't notice anything was wrong at first. I entered the apartment with my other best friend and dropped the keys on the table beside the door.
"April, we're back!" I called, still laughing from one of Collins' jokes.
"I'll see you guys later," Collins grinned, turning away from the door's entrance and leaving.
We then noticed the silence. Neither me nor the man beside me, draped in his short scarf, could hear anything. None of April's bubbling giggles. She was hardly ever in the apartment alone, and if there were others with her, she would be giggling non-stop. And even on the rare occasion that she was by herself, there would always be music. Rock blaring from the amplifier in the living room, the soft tones of a piano with its subtle changes in key playing from her bedroom, or the melodic sounds of her beautiful voice. But not now. An eerie, unwelcome silence hung in the air. Something was wrong.
"Do you think she's alright?" I murmured.
"I don't know," my friend replied. "I'll check her room."
"Okay."
Suddenly, realisation crept over me like I had been dowsed in icy water. I ran to the bathroom and paused at the door, worried about what I would find. When I finally plucked up the courage to swing the door open, my heart stopped and I stood, frozen, in the doorway.
"She's not here!" a voice called out to me, bringing me back to Earth. The voice came closer. "Did you find…"
He stopped, staring at the scene before us. Lying in the bath, the crimson red ribbons of her own blood mingling with the tepid water, was April.
The man behind me sunk to his knees. "Oh God."
"She left a note," I said hoarsely. I picked up the letter and gazed at it. About to open it, I stopped.
I didn't want to hear her please for forgiveness. I didn't want to hear how she loved us all and how there was no other way. All I knew was that my heart was breaking.
I handed the envelope to the other man. "You read it."
He obliged. I began to stare at her body and a feeling of numb sadness that I knew would never truly leave me spread through my body. The only woman I knew I could ever love was gone.
Once he had finished reading, Roger looked up. "Mark," he whispered to me, "I'm going to die."
Haha, TWIST! I always thought that Mark would be the kind to fall for his best friend's girl, but never mention it because he's nice. That's sounds weird… But I think if he did, April would know, but feel sorry for him. It's just a Mark thing; I don't know why I think that… Poor Mark. I love Mark. All the diss-ers of the Mark shall hereby be… Markified. And yes, I am crazy :)
