| She lay awake staring at the ceiling not able to sleep. Tonight would make the sixth restless night. She never thought he would actually kill himself. She rolled over and looked at the clock. In big, bold, red numbers it read �3:37am�. She took a deep breath, only two and half-hours before she had to get up. She pushed the clock into the drawer of her bedside table and groaned. She pulled her dark purple sheets over her head and tried to close her eyes. They snapped open as she saw his body, bloody and lifeless, on the tile floor. He said he was fine and that he would be okay. He told her he loved her and thanked her for being there, but it was all right, she could leave. Ignoring the nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach, she trusted his word and left. He had been through a lot lately, the loss of his long time girlfriend, the tragic death of his mother and father, and now, being let go from work. People always said tragedy happens in threes. For her, the number was four. She was there for him the whole time. The minute he called she would be over there. It was that way since high school. If only she had stayed that night. Insisted on sleeping on the couch, he might be here today, watching a movie or playing poker. He loved Black Jack. A single tear rolled down the side of her face and into her ear. She remembered how, when her Grandmother died, he chased her around the house with a jar trying to catch her tears saying they were excellent for cooking. She rolled over and saw the sun trying to peek in her window. She remembered how she had gone over to his house that dreadful morning to take him to breakfast. He didn�t answer the door. She used her key and let herself in. She called his name, but there was no answer. She looked in the bedroom, his bed was made. She saw the light through the cracked door of the bathroom. Her heart leapt to her throat. She tried to call his name but she couldn�t speak. She slowly walked to the door and pushed it open. She went into shock and training took over. She did her best not to step in the pools of blood as she bent down to feel for a pulse. His body was like ice. She knew there wasn�t going to be a pulse, but she checked anyway. She let out a soft �why?� and went to the phone. There, by the phone, was the note. It read: Hey Kitty Bug, I�m going to assume that if you�re reading this you saw me in the bathroom. I�m sorry Kitty Bug, but I didn�t see any end in sight. Don�t blame yourself Hon. I had made up my mind before you came over last night. I guess I just wanted to say goodbye to you in my own way. I know you wanted to stay. You always knew when I was hurting you always made me feel better. Always. If I hadn�t made up my mind last night you would have stopped me yet again. Kitty Bug, you have no idea how many times you stopped me in the past. I love you with all my heart. In the Envelope, under the phone, you will find my will. I left everything to you. I know you will know what to do with my belongings. Keep going Kitty Bug. Don�t let anything stop you. I will always be with you. I�m so sorry I had to put you through this. I�ll love you always! She threw the covers off her body, climbed out of bed and put on her black silk robe. She went into the living room and lit a small fire in the fireplace. She opened a small box of the items that she kept and pulled out his favorite CD. It was the soundtrack to the movie �A Knights Tale.� She placed it in her CD player and turned it up. She sat in front of the fire, wrapped her robe around her body and cried. She finally began to mourn the loss of her only true friend. She hadn�t cried in years, not since the loss of her grandmother, and here, alone, in front of the fire, she cried until she finally feel asleep. |