The silence of the night was shattered by the sound of a single solitary shot,
the people in the apartment below could hear a sickening thud as they looked up
and then back at each other. The husband grimaced and then picked up the phone
dialing the police "hello, yes, I think my neighbor upstairs just committed suicide�
what no I don't know yet I just heard a shot and something that sounded like a
body falling to the ground, yes please send an ambulance" After giving his address
and other information out he hung up and looked to his wife with a frown. "You
think it was Bobbie? He seemed kinda down lately"
"I don't know."
After some time of thinking they fell hushed as they could hear footstep walking
around above them. They stopped to about where the kitchen was as the sink went
off as if washing something. Without thinking the husband was out the door and
up the stairs, when he was to the door he knocked on it frantically not realizing
the danger he might be in, his knocks turning into pounding until finally the
frame of the door gave way with a creak and a moan and he busted in to the scene
of a young woman on the floor dead. She had short black hair that was dyed purple
in the front, she still looked somewhat alive but barely blood trickling from
her chest, walking in further he saw a gun on the ground, as he moved inside further
towards the kitchen he saw him, his neighbor whom he thought could never do such
a thing. In his hand was a long switchblade, it looked clean and sharp. Squinting
his eyes for a moment he realized his intent as he lunged forward to grab the
knife away from him only to catch the blade in his heart staggering back surprised
looking into the mans eyes he saw the sorrow. He could tell even before his last
breath that the man would not survive the night as he silently fell to the floor
with the same thud.
Turning back to the sink he dipped the blade into the warm water washing the blood
off once again. His shaking hands nearing his wrist as he stopped and shook his
head. And with one swift motion he brought the blade up to his throat cutting
it, the gurgling sound from his surprise at the feeling of the blade digging in
his throat was almost as if being tickled, slowly he slump over the sink as his
face fell into the water turning quickly from a clear liquid to a dark red.
On the table was a message, almost finished but not exactly, it was addressed
to the woman, almost as an apology, it stopped with the last words
"I want you to know that even with my death my love will always be their for you�"
The sounds of the sirens being heard in the distance as people gathered upstairs
to see what had happened many were shocked in disbelief, some just stood there
shaking their heads while others who had known the people sat there and wept for
the loss that occurred on this night.
