Adam hadn't heard from her since then, and had sunken into a deep depression. He no longer cared about work, money, friends, or life in general…now he just waited for a chance to crawl down to the floor and die. A few friends had taken notice and tried their best to cheer him up and get him out of the house, but after ten or so failed attempts they simply gave up on him.
People talked, mostly about how Adam wasn't right in the head anymore since that whole Jigsaw thing.
There was pity, but mostly…no one cared.
Adam mostly sat in his apartment all day with the shades drawn. He hadn't cleaned nor even taken a look at his piling bills…the rent was due but he still didn't care.
He hardly shaved, or took interest in himself. Hours turned into days, and then days turned into months. He only left the house to go out and buy beer. Bottles of empty liquor were piling up as he drank himself to sleep and took handfuls of the pills the doctors had given him.
The pains, and nightmares still weren't going away…in fact they had gotten worse.
Sitting alone every day in the darkness of his apartment, he would drink himself nearly past the point of passing out, and begin to sob for hours on end.
"Why hadn't he died?"
He didn't deserve to live.
His sister had tried calling once, but finally the phone had been shut off. Adam didn't even care at all…he just sat and waited, his doors now always left unlocked…for Jigsaw to come back and take him.
Gretchen had also given up on him…after a few failed attempts in bed she threw her jacket at him and called him a loser before slamming the door.
Adam didn't care any longer…
One night, sitting in his bathtub, Adam had lit a few candles he found since most of the power had been turned off. He knew he had a little money left in the bank…but it didn't even seem worth it now.
Stubble growing thicker on his face, his bloodshot eyes scanned the ceiling, as his hand dangled over the edge of the tub and dropped the empty whiskey bottle he had been drinking. Sitting in the warm foggy water, Adam looked at his wrists and thought for a second about that razor he still had in his medicine cabinet .
Sinking down further in the water, he saw the pile of junk mail and bills that he found in his mailbox earlier. Sitting up in the tub he reached over to the small table where he had tossed his mail, and took the large envelope that he stood out from everything else.
With no return address, Adam tore it open, thinking for a second it was from yet another reporter…then he stopped.
He took out the letter and began to read.
Adam, I really don't know why I sent this to you…but at least know you'll know the results to "our" mistakes…my due date is coming up, I know you still don't want to talk…but here's my number… Adam scanned the numbers and then re-read the letter again. Tossing it to the side he knew it was from Amanda.
She was all ready due?
Time passing like a blur, Adam shook his head and took out the large piece of clear blackish plastic. He held it up to the dim candle light and saw it was a sonogram photo.
He saw the baby…it was a girl.
Staring it at for what seemed like forever, he took a deep breath and studied the baby's fuzzy profile again.
Had he really made that?
Looking at it again he bit his bottle lip and got out of the tub.
He needed to make a phone call.