Short Stories

Poofless

Poofless

Robs PoV

I walk through the door of the house Preston and I owned. "I'm home!" I yell, my echoing voice bounced off the walls. Usually Preston replied back fast, but today, the opposite. I set aside the bag of groceries on the counter.

I go through every room, calling his name. First, the downstairs, but eventually I make my way up the stairs. Searching every room, besides the bathroom, I turn the doorknob of the room.

When the knob wouldn't budge, I yelled. "Preston!" I fiddle with the door some more. "Open up!" Eventually, I knocked down the door.

Mistake number one.

I saw Preston sprawled out in the ground. There was an empty pill bottle next to him. That's how my heart felt, empty. His long sleeve sweater was rolled up to his elbow, displaying red cuts and white scars, and a few fresh cuts. I kneel next to his lifeless body, debating to call 911, but I wouldn't need 911, it was a dead cause. (Too soon for puns?) I pick up his arm, running my palm up and down his mutilated flesh.

"How did I never notice those?" I mumbled to myself.

I pick up the empty pill bottle and read the label. Tylenol. Why would he do this to himself? I tipped the unprescribed bottle upside down, shaking it, though I knew there wasn't any pills left. I guess my body thought that this was all a joke, that the pill bottle was full and his cuts were drawn on. As for his lifeless body, I hoped it was just a game to him. My brain knew it was all real and I really was living my nightmare, but my heart told me otherwise.

I press my lips to Preston's pale forehead, kissing him goodbye. "Don't worry, I'm coming soon, my love." I mumble, as I kiss his cold lips.

I wander downstairs, my head pounding from everything. I fin my way to the kitchen. I open the knife drawer and without thinking, I take the knife to my skin. I press down, lightly at first, but I kept building up the courage to go deeper. Soon the blood began to pour. It dripped onto the floor.

Mistake number two.

My head felt light, and my body began to feel cold. My body collapsed to the floor and my eyes fought to stay open, but I insisted they sleep, so they did. There, I took my last breath, as I stared at the white ceiling of my kitchen. My thoughts drifted to one specific person, Preston, and finally I was surrounded by darkness, but I felt happy, knowing I wasn't alone.

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Please don't hate me for this... I had to.