Disclaimer: I don't own them, don't sue me.
Author's note: Thank you, everyone, for reviewing my stories (it was a big ego burst!)! I thought no one was reading them so I threatened to stop and if no one cared I didn't feel like wasting my time. SO thanks! Enjoy!
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Horrible memories flooded Dave's mind as he and Carter walked down the hall to his apartment. Dave couldn't bring himself to open his door so he handed the keys to John.
"Just grab whatever you can fit in the garbage bag (which they had brought along.)" Dave ordered.
"Okay, I'll just be a minute."
John walked in and found his way into the bedroom. Blood was everywhere. It was dried to the linens, soaked into the mattress, and there were random puddles of blood on the floor. 'No wonder Dave didn't want to come in. I don't even want to be here.' Carter thought to himself. He made his way around the puddles and over to the dresser. He opened the dresser drawers and stuffed the garbage bag of misc. articles of clothing. Socks, pants, shirts, whatever he could find were evenly distributed to the best of his ability. When the bag could take no more, he took his previous route back out of the apartment and back to Dave.
"You find everything okay?" Dave questioned, trying to make conversation.
"I did my best to get everything."
"Cool."
John handed the bag over to Dave as he locked the door. Dave looked anxious to leave.
"You want me to carry that?" Carter asked trying to be polite.
"No, I can do it."
John handed Dave the keys and they went back down the hall. Dave was relieved to get away from the building. It held to many bad emotions that he couldn't handle.
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After a silent ride to Carter's apartment, they were finally there. Dave had expected a ritzy, high-class place with a butler and everything but it was a normal place. An expensive place, but a nice place. John directed Dave to his bedroom as he went to make a late lunch. 'What the hell am I doing here? I should be at home with Jing-mei.' Dave thought to himself, holding back his emotions. When everything was put away, John called Dave in for lunch. It was pretty much quiet and awkward. Carter didn't know what to say. He couldn't help but stare at his wrist scar. Dave noticed but said nothing. He finished up, put his dishes in the sink. "I'm gonna go lie down for a while." Dave said. "Sure." John replied.
'That was fun.' Dave thought to himself as he crawled under the covers. He was immediately awoken by a thud. "Carter, is that you?" Dave yelled angrily but he got no response. Reluctantly, he pulled himself out of bed. "Carter?" Again, no response. His wrist began to throb but he ignored it. There was no sign of Carter anywhere. "Dave." He heard someone say behind him.
"John? Is that you?" Dave again questioned. He went around, looking in the bedroom, bathroom, and living room. No one was there. John's keys were still on the coffee table so he must still be there. Dave thought. He rounded a corner and walked into the kitchen. He stopped dead in his tracks. On the kitchen table was a gun. Dave started to sweat, so he reached into his pocket for a Kleenex but all he came up with was a crumpled up piece of paper. Dave opened it to reveal it was the note Jing-mei had written to him. All of his emotions of pain and being sad rushed through him like a waterfall. Continuous, even, and ever flowing. He missed her so much. Dave took one step forward and picked up the gun. He examined it closely and noticed it was loaded. 'I'm gonna do it right this time." Dave said to no one. He set back the hammer and heard it click into position. Slowly, he raised the barrel of the gun to his right temple.
"I'm sorry."
He pulled the trigger.
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R/R!! I know it's short but live with it!
Author's note: Thank you, everyone, for reviewing my stories (it was a big ego burst!)! I thought no one was reading them so I threatened to stop and if no one cared I didn't feel like wasting my time. SO thanks! Enjoy!
--
Horrible memories flooded Dave's mind as he and Carter walked down the hall to his apartment. Dave couldn't bring himself to open his door so he handed the keys to John.
"Just grab whatever you can fit in the garbage bag (which they had brought along.)" Dave ordered.
"Okay, I'll just be a minute."
John walked in and found his way into the bedroom. Blood was everywhere. It was dried to the linens, soaked into the mattress, and there were random puddles of blood on the floor. 'No wonder Dave didn't want to come in. I don't even want to be here.' Carter thought to himself. He made his way around the puddles and over to the dresser. He opened the dresser drawers and stuffed the garbage bag of misc. articles of clothing. Socks, pants, shirts, whatever he could find were evenly distributed to the best of his ability. When the bag could take no more, he took his previous route back out of the apartment and back to Dave.
"You find everything okay?" Dave questioned, trying to make conversation.
"I did my best to get everything."
"Cool."
John handed the bag over to Dave as he locked the door. Dave looked anxious to leave.
"You want me to carry that?" Carter asked trying to be polite.
"No, I can do it."
John handed Dave the keys and they went back down the hall. Dave was relieved to get away from the building. It held to many bad emotions that he couldn't handle.
--
After a silent ride to Carter's apartment, they were finally there. Dave had expected a ritzy, high-class place with a butler and everything but it was a normal place. An expensive place, but a nice place. John directed Dave to his bedroom as he went to make a late lunch. 'What the hell am I doing here? I should be at home with Jing-mei.' Dave thought to himself, holding back his emotions. When everything was put away, John called Dave in for lunch. It was pretty much quiet and awkward. Carter didn't know what to say. He couldn't help but stare at his wrist scar. Dave noticed but said nothing. He finished up, put his dishes in the sink. "I'm gonna go lie down for a while." Dave said. "Sure." John replied.
'That was fun.' Dave thought to himself as he crawled under the covers. He was immediately awoken by a thud. "Carter, is that you?" Dave yelled angrily but he got no response. Reluctantly, he pulled himself out of bed. "Carter?" Again, no response. His wrist began to throb but he ignored it. There was no sign of Carter anywhere. "Dave." He heard someone say behind him.
"John? Is that you?" Dave again questioned. He went around, looking in the bedroom, bathroom, and living room. No one was there. John's keys were still on the coffee table so he must still be there. Dave thought. He rounded a corner and walked into the kitchen. He stopped dead in his tracks. On the kitchen table was a gun. Dave started to sweat, so he reached into his pocket for a Kleenex but all he came up with was a crumpled up piece of paper. Dave opened it to reveal it was the note Jing-mei had written to him. All of his emotions of pain and being sad rushed through him like a waterfall. Continuous, even, and ever flowing. He missed her so much. Dave took one step forward and picked up the gun. He examined it closely and noticed it was loaded. 'I'm gonna do it right this time." Dave said to no one. He set back the hammer and heard it click into position. Slowly, he raised the barrel of the gun to his right temple.
"I'm sorry."
He pulled the trigger.
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R/R!! I know it's short but live with it!