𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚢: 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜

𝖡𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝗍.𝟤

The door opened and slammed shut. He walked over to the mattress Bruce was laying on and sat next to him. The psycho didn't ever release I was missing. I slowly walked behind him and wrapped the cord around his neck. He struggled for a long time but I wasn't giving up. Bruce's last wishes were for me to live so that was what was gonna happen. After a couple minutes he stopped fighting and I whispered in his ear. "This is for Bruce you sicko." And with that I dropped the cord I ran to the door and was relieved when I was unlocked. I ran out of the basement and started looking for a phone. I finally found one in the kitchen and called 911. I walked outside and waited. In a matter of minutes there were cops and and ambulance outside. I pointed to the house and whispered "In the basement." Everything went slow as someone walked me to the ambulance. As I was sat in the back of the ambulance I felt something in my pocket. I reached down and pulled it out. I started sobbing when I saw it was the baseball from the previous baseball game. My parents came and took me home. My whole life felt empty. I stopped going out I laid in bed most of the time hoping this was all a dream but I knew deep down that this wasn't a dream. This was real. It had been almost 2 weeks after the worst day of my life when it was time to face my fear. It was time for Bruce's funeral. I got up and got ready. I had to do this for Bruce. That's what he would've wanted. As I sat in the chair at the funeral I couldn't concentrate. I was zoned out until it was time. Time to leave and say my finally goodbye to the love of my life. That day was the hardest day of my life. I left Bruce's baseball on his memorial at the baseball field. Then I did what Bruce would want. I started to get my life back together. It's still not the same without Bruce but I know he's with me. Always.