Last Wish

Prologue

The TV flicked from channel to channel as Jake Wood lay uncomfortably on the couch. His sweatpants were growing old on him and his once white T-Shirt was now a light brown mess. Much like his hair. His bright blue eyes shone with help from the light of the TV, but they were filled with nothing but, regret and guilt.

He lay there, moving nothing more than his eye lids as he blinked; even then that wasn't often. He sighed at the lack of channels that had good content, everything was the same. Cooking, game shows and reality. Everything the same, everyday. That could only be said from the person who hasn't moved since last...month. No wonder there's no new shows on.

He threw the remote across the deafening room, only the sound of static consuming the silence. It crashed against the wall and fell to the ground.

"Stupid TV! Why can't you put something new on for once!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, pulling his hair in frustration.

"I-I...can't deal with this anymore" He yelped, his eyes now filled with tears.

Over a TV? Some pointless TV Shows? No.

He pulled himself up from the dent he had now made in the couch and slumped to the kitchen that overlooked the living room. He reached up into a high cabinet and took out a large bottle of whiskey.

He the took out a glass and tried to pour the old, dirty whiskey, but there was only a single drop left. He yelled in frustration and threw it at the floor, letting it smash into fragmented pieces. He reached up again into the alcohol cabinet and pulled out every drink he owns. Gin. Vodka. All of them. They are all empty. Much like him. He threw them one by one at the ground letting a new tear run down his fragile face each time.

He collapsed to the floor and put his back to the wall. His tears became too much for him as he tried to wipe them away, almost as if trying to take out all of the water from an ocean in a single second. His eyes were red and his hands were shaking.

"I hate you" He whispered, but grew more angry as he said it out loud.

"I hate you!" He yelled. He quickly got up and reached almost instantly for a photo frame, placed on the counter. He held it above his head. He'd completely lost it, this day was surely coming.

"I hate you, but I love you!" Sobbing, he threw that too to the ground, the glass smashing and the picture left on the ground. The frame snapped in two.

He reluctantly picked up the photograph from the cold, hard flooring and he stared at the two people, love and happiness consuming the moment. They looked so ready for life, so in love with each other. Was it enough?

He ripped it. He put one half in the bin, himself, the man with a smile to light the world. Yet, he kept the other half and tucked it deep within his pocket. Me, the one who's future wasn't as graciously planned as the happy man sat next to me.

I was watching the entire time. Sat on the chair opposite him. I watched as he tried to drink more, I watched as he smashed the photograph, I watched as he told me he hated me, but he loved me. I wanted to tell him that I loved him too, to pick up the photograph and put it back together. But I couldn't.

I couldn't say a word. I couldn't even speak up enough to have him hear me, to tell him to stop. To tell him I am sorry. It's not his fault. To tell him to move on, to get a new life and to stop being...sad.

Come on Jake. A dead girls last wish.