Dark Was The Night By Christina Mayer
The walk to Vince's room seemed so long. It seemed to take years just to get to his door. Even now as I wait, I, Howard T.J Moon, am ready to admit that I am afraid. It was time to go in. I entered. I saw my little man lying there, lifeless. Just a pale body connected to a mass of wires, all keeping him alive.
All I can hear are the beeps reflecting the heart beat of my little electro star. At first I hate them, they remind me of what he did, of how I left him. I dream of him walking the streets of Dalston alone, going to the velvet onion then getting kicked out at closing time, trying to get back into the flat, but no one is home to let him in. After hours of sitting in the rain Leroy walks past Vince grabs him but gets shoved away. I go after Vince as he starts running. He turns around and walks up to me chanting
"Dark was the night,
when you left me.
Dark was the night,
when you set yourself free"
He then walks right through me as if I'm not there. Now it's me who is alone, abandoned, just what I deserve. This is when I wake realising it was a bad dream. But for Vince, it was worse. He couldn't just wake up and forget about a bad dream. As I look at he now I as the rhyme going round in my head. I'm waiting for him to wake up so I can make it all right. I need him to forgive me.
I am still staying in his room at the flat, the landlord is horrible. How did Vince put up with him? His room hasn't changed at all still covered with Gary Numan and Mick Jagger. He has also got all the pictures of us together up on the walls. It reminds me of the old times, the Zooniverse, the crimp off. Happy, crazy times. This is like in the Tundra when I thought Vince was dead but he was just with a bloody polar bear talking about Numan! I was pouring my soul out to these dwalfs! I also remember my birthday. How could I forget? It was the most special night of my life, if I forget about all the times before the roof, especially Naboo tricking me into letting everyone know I was a virgin!
Naboo, Bollo, I'm gonna kill them when I see them. I rang them last night when I got back to the flat to let them know about Vince and surprise, surprise they were stoned outta their heads with some band called Robots In Disguise? Who knows. Anyway once I manage to convince them that I was not a talking pig yelling down the phone at them, they said they would come straight away. Which really means leave after 5 hours of packing. That means they should be in an hour.
Good, Vince will want everyone here when he wakes up. The nurses say that'll be hopefully tonight. He has been in a coma because of a drug overdose. Apparently he took up to three packets of prozac and drunk three bottles of vodka, Vince always used to sing :
"Three is the magic number."
The magic number to kill himself the doctor said. But somehow he stayed alive. He seems to be fighting for something. But before I got here his body was just giving up. He must have known I was here. Just like Vince, the sunshine kid is fighting back.
Vince Noir. The Rock 'n' Roll Star, will be back.
He's not a faker or hater,
Otherwise he wouldn't be fighting.
He's not a faker or a hater.
I will never leave him again.
