Waiting For You
Time seemed to skid to a halt for the Ohio resident who's vision was focused on the motionless body of his best friend. Mike knelt besides John's bed with his fists clutched onto the blood and now tear stained sheets. A piece of paper under a bottle of cheap liquor caught the blue eyed man's attention. The paper shook in the hands of the small wrestler as he read his friend's suicide note.
Mike,
Forgive me.
My patience won the battle inside my mind. I was sick of waiting…
I was sick of waiting for you, Mikey…Waiting for you to say; 'I love you too'…
Sincerely,
John
"You fucking idiot," Mike whispered out loud. He rose to his shaking feet, placing the paper against the bottle of booze. He sat down next to John's bloodied body. Tears stung his eyes. He ran his hand through John's thick mane of hair and down his ice cold cheek. "Johnny…," he looked upon the pale face of the most beautiful man he knew. The always cocky, peppy, self-confident…the always alive & clean superstar now laid before Mike…dead and dirtied from the waterfall of blood as a result of his throat being cut. His throat he cut, himself. The former reality T.V. star latched onto the blood smeared blade and continued to stare at John Hennigan's body with tear-blurred vision, "You selfish prick…you were waiting?" He leaned down and placed a kiss on his friend's usually full and plump lips before he brought the knife up to his own throat.
"I was waiting for you…"
The End