Guilty

Dead! – Chapter 1(Part 2)

Tongue-tied and oh so squeamish
You never fell in love
Did you get what you deserve?

Tears seemed to drip down his face as his hands began to tremble. He shook his head, this was unreal, and his fingers shook as he dialed the three-digit number. The phone began to ring as he glanced at the bathroom door still not able to figure out why or how a girl like her could ever do something so morbid. This wasn't like her.

The ending of your life
And if you get to heaven
I'll be here waiting, babe
Did you get what you deserve?

A sudden voice seemed to become distanced on the other end, he sighed softly, not able to even form words that could describe all the feelings that seemed to be racing through him at the moment in time. He kept walking back and forth, as if that would help him; make this awful dream that had just came upon him to end.

The end, and if your life won't wait
Then your heart can't take this

Finally, after a long pause he figured out what to say. "I-it's my g-girlfriend, she…I…um, I f-found her in the bathtub, oh god, I...w-w-walked in on her, in the tub, I…I don't know. There's b-blood all over the place. This isn't like her. She was happy, we were happy. I don't know what to do." The voice seemed to try to cut in, but decided against it, as it listened, unable to fit in the common questions that always seemed to fit any cause. He shook his head." Help please. I-I-I really don't understand..."

Have you heard the news that you're dead?
No one ever had much nice to say
I think they never liked you anyway

The voice seemed to act like it understood, and had sympathy towards him, but it was as if he knew better and the whole thing seemed to be a set up for him. "Okay sir we have tracked your call, someone is on the way." The voice made it sound like the actions that had just been ordered were easy.

Oh take me from the hospital bed
Wouldn't it be grand to take a pistol by the hand?
And wouldn't it be great if we were dead.

He bit his lip as he shook his head. "Um…s-sorry to cause you trouble, but everything's all sorted out." He muttered, glanced at the door for about the billionth time. "You see, everything's fine, it was j-just a prank call, I'm so sorry." He quickly breathed heavily as he slammed the phone down on the hook. Slightly shaking as he slowly felt his body begin to fall, the cold floor soon came in tact with his body. He rested his head in his hands, as if for some reason that would help him. He whimpered softly. Jude would be okay, she was always okay. But even perfect things sometimes dissolve.

And in my honest observation
During this operation
Found a complication in your heart
So long, 'Cause now you've got
Maybe just two weeks to live
Is that the most the both of you can give?

He began to laugh bitterly, almost like the guy who was just in tears seemed to be fictional. He bit his lip as he banged his head against the white wall, which stood behind him, only merely blocking the bloody sight in the bathroom. Everything was crazy down and all he could do was laugh about it.

If life ain't just a joke

Then why are we laughing?

He was in misery before, he knew that and it seems like it's crazy that maybe just once she would be to? But it was, really her idea, it was her fault. Her fault that he was sitting in a now abandoned apartment building with her dead corpse right there. He didn't love her. He never loved her; it was simply just lust that had gotten out of hand. He bit his lip as he held back his laughter, but failed, his voice became deep as if it were satin himself laughing. This was all a joke to him it seemed. Maybe if he laughed hard enough, maybe...just then it would be all over.

If life ain't just a joke

Then why are we laughing?

If like ain't just a joke

He pounded his fist against the wall, as he got his balanced, he turned around to face the wall that was just his way to hell, as he looked at it, he shook his head. Seeing frames of pictures with them. They were just oh so happy. He walked up to the wall, pounded his right fist in every one of them as he walked down the long corridor, knocking each one down as they shattered with his blood on them. He laughed as he looked at the mess he had reaching the end. He breathed in as he began to yell. "Okay! Look, I'm unhappy, that's what you wanted right? You can come out now, Jude. Quit playing this awful game, it isn't funny anymore." He muttered as he glanced at the door waiting for her to come out, with a camera crew behind him, filming his every action. "I'M WAITING!!" He yelled even louder, only to get mocked by the silence. It seemed as if he was on the one-way road to insanity, and this was the final turn, off the cliff into the river, because of the foolish actions the world seemed to have hold of him.

Then why am I dead?
DEAD!