Broken Angel part 5
Gene sat for at least 24 hours with out getting up. His hands shook, and his foot bounced nervously. Gene needed a stiff drink, but instead was content with torturing him self. To his dismay the front door never opened, but he did not expect it to.
Finally Gene stood shakily. He new he would never see his best friend again, and could blame no but him self for it. He hung his head shamefully, and walked to Jim's room. There he grabbed the doorframe so hard his knuckles turned white it an attempt to stop the shaking.
Gene's eyes grazed over Jim's room. A large open book on the bed caught his attention. Gene walked to the bed with caution as if doing so was sacrilegious.
Gene picked up the book to find out it was a photo album. The first picture that he saw contained him holding Melfina in his lap and Jim with his arm wrapped around Gene's shoulders in a friendly way. They all grinned, and two weeks after this photo was taken Melfina was killed.
Not wishing to think about Mel, Gene flipped the pages back. There his eyes fell on a very old picture. In it Jim smiled and waved a peace sign. Gene was in it also. There he ignored the camera, and gulped down a beer.
Angry with him self, Gene slammed the album on to the floor. He then pinched the bridge of his nose, and bit his lip to gain control of him self. Melfina and Jim's voice echoed in Gene's head.
Melfina: Gene, drinking is not good for you.
Jim: Your drinking puts a hole in the budget.
Melfina: Gene, would you stop drinking if not for you for me.
Melfina: Congratulations it has been 10 months.
Jim: Gene this is not the best way to greave.
Jim: Gene, I'm sorry. Please don't hit me.
Gene left Jim's room, and went straight to his own. Once there he pulled open a dresser drawer, and pulled out a knife. He laid it on the bedside table, and swiftly striped. Gene tossed the clothing to the far end of the room. He then grabbed the knife again, and knelt in the middle of the floor.
Gene trailed the tip of the knife across his wrists considering to end it now. "To short." He told himself.
Gene slide the blade on his forearm just cutting through the skin. A broad grin spread across his face, while he watched blood bead up from the shallow cut. Gene brought the blade up to his shoulder, and then created a gash that ran down his arm. "That was for you, Jim." He chuckled.
Gene then licked his life from the gash. As he continued this bloody ritual a maniac glee glowed in his eyes. Chuckles then pure laughter erupted from his throat. When he had lost him self completely he dropped the knife and curled up into a ball.
Nothing mattered any more. Everything Gene cared about disappeared. First his father died and then Melfina. Now he had driven off his best and only friend with blind stupid anger. All that Gene had was himself and a knife. That was all he needed. He would hurt and bleed for Jim. When Jim was avenged Gene would kill himself for failing to protect Melfina. Gene did not care if there was a heaven or a hell. He was just too tiered to live.
Gene sat for at least 24 hours with out getting up. His hands shook, and his foot bounced nervously. Gene needed a stiff drink, but instead was content with torturing him self. To his dismay the front door never opened, but he did not expect it to.
Finally Gene stood shakily. He new he would never see his best friend again, and could blame no but him self for it. He hung his head shamefully, and walked to Jim's room. There he grabbed the doorframe so hard his knuckles turned white it an attempt to stop the shaking.
Gene's eyes grazed over Jim's room. A large open book on the bed caught his attention. Gene walked to the bed with caution as if doing so was sacrilegious.
Gene picked up the book to find out it was a photo album. The first picture that he saw contained him holding Melfina in his lap and Jim with his arm wrapped around Gene's shoulders in a friendly way. They all grinned, and two weeks after this photo was taken Melfina was killed.
Not wishing to think about Mel, Gene flipped the pages back. There his eyes fell on a very old picture. In it Jim smiled and waved a peace sign. Gene was in it also. There he ignored the camera, and gulped down a beer.
Angry with him self, Gene slammed the album on to the floor. He then pinched the bridge of his nose, and bit his lip to gain control of him self. Melfina and Jim's voice echoed in Gene's head.
Melfina: Gene, drinking is not good for you.
Jim: Your drinking puts a hole in the budget.
Melfina: Gene, would you stop drinking if not for you for me.
Melfina: Congratulations it has been 10 months.
Jim: Gene this is not the best way to greave.
Jim: Gene, I'm sorry. Please don't hit me.
Gene left Jim's room, and went straight to his own. Once there he pulled open a dresser drawer, and pulled out a knife. He laid it on the bedside table, and swiftly striped. Gene tossed the clothing to the far end of the room. He then grabbed the knife again, and knelt in the middle of the floor.
Gene trailed the tip of the knife across his wrists considering to end it now. "To short." He told himself.
Gene slide the blade on his forearm just cutting through the skin. A broad grin spread across his face, while he watched blood bead up from the shallow cut. Gene brought the blade up to his shoulder, and then created a gash that ran down his arm. "That was for you, Jim." He chuckled.
Gene then licked his life from the gash. As he continued this bloody ritual a maniac glee glowed in his eyes. Chuckles then pure laughter erupted from his throat. When he had lost him self completely he dropped the knife and curled up into a ball.
Nothing mattered any more. Everything Gene cared about disappeared. First his father died and then Melfina. Now he had driven off his best and only friend with blind stupid anger. All that Gene had was himself and a knife. That was all he needed. He would hurt and bleed for Jim. When Jim was avenged Gene would kill himself for failing to protect Melfina. Gene did not care if there was a heaven or a hell. He was just too tiered to live.