Tell me. I want to scream at them. Tell me what happened. Where is he? Where has he gone? Tell me... But they only stare at me. Sad eyes on the verge of tears surround me, reaching out to hold my hands and pull me close to their chests. They dodn't seem to care that I was fighting, that I hate to be touched by anyone other than...
Tell me. You're leading me away, I can feel it. Let go of me. Let me go to him. I have to find him!
I can't feel my body anymore. It's not grief, but simply lack of awareness. I don't want to feel them pulling at me as I run through their sobbing, sniffling ranks into the confusion ahead. The ground comes at me quite suddenly as I collapse in front of the wreckage that used to be a black Pontiac. I lay on the pavement for a long moment before someone pulls me to my feet and guides me towards the ambulance.
The paramedics are asking me who I am and if I am okay. I tell them the truth, because what do I have to lose now? Nothing. Nothing at all.
They tell me the name of the man who was killed, and hand me an envelope with my name on it. I cannot cry. I cannot feel sorrow, only the gaping hole in my being that was once occupied by an angel of sorts. Instinctivly, I reach for the razor blade in my pocket and wait for everyone to turn away.
He is gone. But so am I.
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Now stop writing depressing s**t.