I'm Still Breathing

epilogue

*ONE WEEK AFTER THE ACCIDENT*

Logan's POINT OF VIEW

I lousily head to the bathroom, after a long day in work. I fill in the tub and remove my shoes. The tub fills in slowly and I remove my phone off my pocket and reminiscing everything that happen last week.

She doesn't deserve to die.

I remember running down the building; running for her once more. But instead finding her chest slowing rising, she wasn't moving. I saw her on top of a bystander's car, while Ashley's body on the ground, her arms bent in different horrific ways. They're eyes were lifeless and dull. I ran towards Margo, climbing the car and tapping her cheeks.

All I hear were screams of fright and disgust, but they were hazy. "Call 911!" I scream at them and almost everybody whipped their phones out to call. "Margo. Oh god, Margo!"

Minutes passed and they tore me away from her. Their bodies were kept in bags and they were asking me questions, but I ignored every single one of them. I watch as they dragged their bodies bags to the ambulance, threw her in, making me cry out more.

She doesn't deserve to be dead.

The burial was hard and seeing her lifeless and pale body on the coffin. I didn't do anything, sucked up the courage because I knew Margo doesn't want me to be sad.

I can't believe that she died; she died. It was a big mistake going there on a holiday. I should've stayed home with her and asked Rhea to bring me my files tomorrow morning. I should've done everything to protect her!

The Stacy family are very devastated for their daughter died, for real. Margo had the chance to live, but she died instead because of that psycho. Investigation questions were answer and they pronounced it as murder-suicide because Margo killed herself to kill Ashley. They don't know what happened because fuck the police. The police investigated wrong. They didn't know what happened on my office, nobody did, not even me.

As the tub fills, I don't turn off the taps. I dial 911 and a receiver answers, "911, what's your emergency?"

"There's this man," I start, my voice cracking. "He's dead!"

"Can you give me the exact location, sir?" The person replies, making me cry more. "Sir, you need to cooperate." I give her my exact address and hang up. I step in with my clothes in the water filled tub and it overflows, flowing out on the bathroom floor.

I push myself down on the tub, water spilling out more. My heart races and my chest tightens, as the cold water squeezes the breath out of me. I see the lit surface above mocking me. My chest is on fire. I need to breathe. I squirm, but I push myself deeper on the water, not letting me resurface, but it doesn't work.

My body is weighted, heavy. It's so hard to get them to move and a chill seeps into my bones, weighing me down, even my arms grow heavy. I hear the beat of my heart, getting faster every second, but it starts to fades away. My body screams out for rest, it aches for it, and I just ache.

We should've been together forever, but now, she's buried deep underground and I'm lying here on the tub. I shouldn't have done this, but this is the only way to be with her. I close my eyes and my lungs ache, giving up on me.

THE END