Roger woke up when Benny entered the apartment.
"Benny where the hell have you been?" I asked slightly mad at him for not saying.
"I got a job, to pay for an engagement ring for Alison!" he said excitedly. My blue eyes went wide for several reasons. One, because He was getting engaged period! Two it was to Alison Gray, a rich girl. Three he was working to buy an engagement ring, because it's not like we need food or heat or anything.
"Good for you Benny." I got out through clenched teeth. Benny smiled and looked at Roger ad if for approval. Roger just shrugged and walked into his room.
"How has he been" Benny asked me.
"Oh the same, violent at times, sad at times, mad at times and always sick." I sighed and sat back down on the couch when Collins came out from his room. When Benny told Collins about the job the anarchist had the same expression on as I did.
"Wow Ben! Congrats, I'm sure she will say yes." Benny smiled brightly and went into his room to take a nap. "I can't believe that little shit." Collins muttered right when Benny's door shut. "Like he gets a job now! When we have been sitting in this shitty apartment with no food for two years!" He ranted. I stayed quiet through it, I mean it did bug me, but Benny could do whatever he wanted, why did it matter to me? Collins stood up. "I'm going to see Roger." He waked into the rockers room to see him staring at his guitar. I stood in the doorway making sure roger didn't try anything. "Want to play it?" Roger looked up at him and shrugged not saying a word. "You going to say anything?" The Anarchist pressed on. Roger just stared up at him like he wanted to say something but then looked at the ground. "Well I'm going to go then." Collins then stood up and walked out of the room. I fallowed him into the kitchen.
"He hasn't said a word for a while now." I explained to Collins.
"You should go film something; you haven't been out in a while." He randomly told me. I shook my head.
"I can't, you remember last time how he freaked when I left." I really did want to go out and start on that new documentary but Roger came first.
"Think of your self for once Mark." That was the end of the conversation as Collins went into his room to prepare for his next tutoring session. I walked over to my camera and reached for it but before I got to even touch it I heard a loud crash coming from Roger's room. I quickly opened the door to see roger holding his guitar over his head, the old guitar had an indent on the bottom of it as if it was dropped, but then it clicked, Roger was breaking his guitar. He was about to smash it on the ground again not even noticing I was there. I quickly ran in front of him so he couldn't smash it.
"Get out of my way Mark." He said in a warning tone of voice.
"No, you are not breaking your guitar, why would you even want to do that? This is a part of you!" I tried to convince him but his green eyes showed me that it wasn't working.
"Not anymore, I'm done with everything. I'm done with music, I'm done with you, and I'm done with living." I shut my eyes and shook my head. Roger lowered his arms and handed me his guitar. "Get rid of it." He said in a softer voice. I took it for him and looked down at it, missing the music that used to come out of it. The hopeful music that said there would be a better day, the music and hope that came out of Roger. By giving me his guitar, he gave me his hope. I turned my back to him so he couldn't see the tears in my eyes. For once I didn't know what to say… he was tired of living? How could he say that? I put the guitar down and whipped my eyes before turning back to him.
"Let me see your wrists." I wasn't asking him, I was ordering. He looked down and pulled up his sleeves to revel deep cuts running up and down his arms. "Jesus Christ Roger…" I said exasperated and tired. "When the hell did you do this?" I asked.
"Razor, I brought it into my room." I held out my hand.
"Give it." He shook his head looking scared. "Roger give it to me now." He looked defeated and went over to his bed and took a razor out of his pillow case, he came back over to me and put it in my hand. "I just have one question." He looked up at me giving me his full attention. "Why did you just cut? Why didn't you kill yourself? You said your done with living so why?" out eyes locked and I looked down at his wrists.
"You." My blue eyes shot up to meet his. I put a hand on his forehead to feel that he was warm.
"Get in bed, I'll get you something to eat." He nodded and I walked out of the room with silent tears falling from my eyes.
Hey I know this chapters a little shot but it just felt right to end it here. So i want to thank you all so much for reviewing and i have a question for you.
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