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You and April managed to get through the next few days without any suspicion. April took her AZT in secret and you kept your mouth shut...that is until Roger's health started going downhill.
You knew that sooner or later you would have to tell him, because April obviously hadn't and you didn't exactly want him to die. But you decided to just talk to April about it first. Mark asked if you, Roger, and April all wanted to go out to eat and you all happily said yes, except for April.
"I'm not feeling well, but you guys can go." She says. You look at both Roger and Mark wearily. "I'll stay with you babe, Mark and Y/N can go." He says. April shakes her head almost too forcefully at this. "It's fine really, you guys go. I'll be fine." She says with one of her award winning smiles.
It was that smile, and that smile only, that convinced you to walk out that door.
...
After a lovely lunch with Mark and Roger you returned back to the loft. You opened the door and saw that April wasn't on the couch where she was when you had left. "April? We're home!" You say, hanging up your coat and Mark and Roger do the same.
No response from April. "She's probably taking a nap in our room." You say. Before heading to check you go to look in the bathroom, as you felt that something was wrong. You saw that the wooden door was slightly ajar as it usually was, but you opened it anyway.
The room was dark, and the shades were drawn, covering the one window in the whole room. You reach for the light switch and turn it on.
Blood.
You feel as if your entire vision had gone a dark shade of red, as that was almost the only color you saw.
There was blood all over the floor and the bathtub...
it was almost as she was bathing in it. You instantly saw the source and realized she had slit her wrists.
You stumble backward, slamming into the wood door, which closed with a loud bang. You immediately lock it and fall to the floor.
You were in shock.
No.
Shock can't begin to describe it.
You were in some state between consciousness and unconsciousness.
You somehow managed to crawl over to the tub. You saw a small piece of white paper crumpled up in her hand.
You pried it from her pale, sickly fingers, and opened it.
Roger-We've got AIDS. I love you baby.
Mark-I'm sorry Marky, take care of Y/N. I love you.
Y/N- I'm so sorry, you're my best friend forever. Thanks for keeping our secret for so long. I love you.
So that was it.
Her suicide note.
You couldn't comprehend it. You felt tears filling your eyes, yet sadness wasn't the word to describe how you felt.
"Y/N?!" There's a knock on the door and you hear Roger's voice. Shit.
"Y/N?! April isn't in her room. What are you doing in there?" He asks.
You don't know what to say. "I um..I...don't come in Roger." You say, scrambling to hide the note, the body, the seemingly infinite amount of blood.
"Y/N! You're scaring me! Open the door!" He yells. Trust me Roger, you don't want me to open the door, You think to yourself.
"No. Roger I'll be out in a minute." You barely whisper, yet he somehow hears you.
"Y/N?" You hear Marks voice. Oh Mark.
"Are you okay?" He asks. You shake your head violently, and run your fingers through your hair. "No. no no no please just don't come in." You tell them. You can hear them panicking.
"Just tell us what the hell is going on! I swear Y/N I will break down this door!" Roger yells at you.
You just stop. And you realize what has to be done. You put the note on the floor and open the window. You crawl out onto the fire escape, and go back in through the window in the front of the loft. Mark and Roger are still banging on the door, not realizing that you had left.
"Guys." You say quietly, and they both turn around.
You then realize that you're covered in blood. April's blood. You feel lightheaded, and the room starts spinning. "Y/N oh my god. What happened?!" Mark runs over to you. "Are you okay?! Why are you covered in blood?!" He starts to panic.
Roger is standing behind him.
"Y/N, tell us what the fu** is going on or so help me god I will kill you." He says, you barely flinch at this, as you were in too much shock to even process what either of them were saying.
"April." Is all you say. Roger's face loses all color. Mark's as well.
"She's dead." You tell them. "She killed herself."
And suddenly the air shifted. After saying it out loud, after seeing the look on their faces...you couldn't handle it. The tears fell down your face like a waterfall. No one said anything though. Not for a moment at least.
"No." Roger says. "You're lying. You're fu*king lying to me." He says. You shake your head. He crouches down in front of you, and for the first time in your life you were scared of Roger Davis.
"Tell me that you're lying." He says quietly, green eyes staring deep into your Y/E/C ones. Suddenly he pushes you and you fall backward, with him on top of you. "TELL ME YOU'RE LYING! TELL ME HER DEAD BODY ISN'T IN THERE! TELL ME THAT'S NOT HER BLOOD ON YOU'RE HANDS!" He screams at you.
"Roger please-"
"SHE CAN'T BE. SHE WOULDN'T DO THAT TO ME!" He yells at you. Suddenly you see Mark pulling him off of you. "Stop it." He tells Roger assertively. Roger calms down slightly, but only at the sight of his roommate crying.
You all knew that Mark never cried.
Roger just walks over to the bathroom, not hesitating to kick down the door with his foot. You see Mark flinch, and you stand up, grabbing Mark's arm and holding it tightly. You suddenly hear Roger's horrific crying coming from the loft bathroom, and it's one of the most painful sounds you've ever heard.
You and Mark stand there for a minute, and you can feel Mark's body shaking with each sob that escaped him, and you cried with him.
Eventually Roger left the bathroom, covered in her blood. The blood which was almost the same color as her beautiful and once lively hair. The blood which once running through the veins of her small yet lively body. A body that held so much joy. So much love for life.
And it was all torn away in the one swift motion of a needle.
AIDS.