When Angels Fall~ Continued
Now they headed into Chris's room, following a nurse but too depressed to check her out. They entered his room with guilty faces, like when you accidentally kill your best friend's goldfish and try to but them a new one without them noticing.
They tried to put on smiles for Chris's sake, and he smiled when he saw them. He had several bandages on his face, and a little dried blood in his braids.
"Are you okay?" Justin asked first.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Happy Birthday," Chris replied sarcastically.
"Yeah, thanks," Justin mumbled.
"They said I can get out in hours. How's Asyia?"
When they all looked away from him, he got a bad feeling. "What? Where is she?"
"Uh, Chris…" J.C. started, looking up with teary eyes.
"No…She's not…"
"Um, yeah, she is. She wasn't wearing her seat belt…and she cracked her skull on the headboard…" Justin choked out.
Chris dropped his gaze to the bed, trying to hide the tears that were on their way.
"I'm sorry man," Joey said, placing a hand on Chris's shoulder.
Chris just nodded, as his throat was too tight to speak, and tears fell freely from his eyes.
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End pt. 11
For the next few days, Chris moped around, disconnected and unusually tired. The guys worried about him, and kept a close eye on him when they could. They included him in everything they did, but most of the time he refused, and sat in the bus.
Now they were all out playing basketball, and Chris sat, writing a letter to his friends. It read:
Dear guys,
I'm sorry I haven't been myself lately. It's not your fault; I just simply can't go on. Life is too hard right now. I feel I have lost too many people in my life, and I can't take it anymore. You guys are great, don't get me wrong. Please don't blame yourselves, this is something I did on my own.
Thanks for being there for me and such great friends,
Chris
With that, he placed the letter on the table, and downed about 7 sleeping pills, never to awake again.
~Finnis~
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