Jake glanced over his shoulder, thinking about the night before. He had been angry with Dirk for something...but he couldn't even remember what that had been now. He glanced towards his roommate's door.
He remembered yelling, he remembered angry words passing between them and...something else. What had happened last night? Or had it been two nights before?
"Dirk?" He called softly, walking through scattered items to knock on the door. He had to be the worse boyfriend in the history of boyfriends... "Dirk?" He asked, knocking on the door harder before turning the handle.
It swung inward, Jake looking up over at Dirk in shock, unable to take in what had happened. Dirk, sprawled on his bed, blood dried brown onthe sheets.
He fell to his knees, head in his hands, tears coming to his eyes. One day...he was sure of it. One day and nothing was ever going to be right again. He looked up, inching over, seeing the note.
"My brother was killed and you couldn't even give a fucking shit. I hurt and you laughed. Brain damage or not...you're a fucking asshole. Why the fuck do I love you?"
The words stung, Jake looking over at Dirk. He seemed more at peace in death, though dried blood was everywhere. He turned, dialing the phone with shaky hands. Dirk loved him...but he was a failure at life. He didn't deserve anything he had gotten. He was an asshole. He deserved to die himself...
The thought lingered as he picked up the kitchen knife. But as soon as it was gone, he set the knife down. He merely curled up and cried, cried until nothing was left.