Repeat Stuff

Prologue

I'm listening to the words you're repeating, but it doesn't make sense. I lean in closer so that I really get the picture but you're talking too low for me to hear clearly. "Please-", he says huddled in a heap on my bed, that's one word I could make out. As I take a step back from his form he gets louder in his ramblings. "I've had enough of this!" I burst out, "I find you here on my bed, a mess, crying and mumbling like your crazy what the fuck happened"? He stops moving, his mumbling subside, I can tell he's ready to speak. "Please, l-love me" his words trail off into the air, and all I could do was stare blankly back at him. 

I look around my room, trying to find words, but I couldn't find anything. My desk catches my attention then, did I leave my desk lamp on? I was in such a panic when he called me, that I didn't notice my desk lamp was on, and a single piece of paper was left on the table. My desk is never this clean, so I know he must of put this here. I walked over to my desk, picked it up, and brought it over to where he was huddled. I took a seat next to him on my bed. "Did you write this?" He gave a slight nod and hung his head even lower then before. I started to read the note, but stopped myself mid-sentence.

I don't need to do this, he isn't my responsibility. He's obviously suicidal and I've seen this before a hundred times. The dramatic phone call, the sobbing, and incoherent ramblings. Why am I doing this? I'm just his roommate, and we hardly know each other. This is bullshit, and he's pathetic I should just call the cops. He looks at me with sad bloodshot eyes. I can tell he's been crying way longer than a hour. Fuck me, how do I always end up in these situations. I look back at him and his sad eyes, then I find my words. "Fuck Me".