Desolated - book 3 •StrangeFrost•

Lost and found

•3rd POV•
Natasha just stood in shock for a moment, trying to comprehend what she had just read.
If you're reading this, I'm dead.

Dead? Why would he be dead?
I re-read the letter again.

And then I realized.

He killed himself.
Loki killed himself.

I gripped the letter in my hand, and ran out of his room,
Out of the hallway,
Out of the facility,
And to my car.

I got into it, drove to the nearest parking garage, and drove to the top.

I opened the door and looked around.

I saw someone laying on the very edge of the garage.
I ran up to them, feeling my heart hammer through my chest.

It was loki.
He was half-hanging over the side of the wall face-down, his face dripping blood down it. In his hand, he weakly held a pistol.
He was pale, his eye was open but it looked completely destroyed, and his one sleeve had been lazily rolled up, revealing a ton of cuts and scabs on his wrist.

I just dropped to my knees and felt myself start to shake.

I turned him over into his back, slipping my hand into his.
Loki,
My friend that I had lived with for four years,
Just shot himself.

I put my hand on his neck to see if he really was dead.
I felt it.
A pulse,
His heart seemed to have been beating rapidly.

I stood up, ran to my car, grabbed my phone and dialed 911.

I bit my lip as the phone rang.
Then they finally picked up.
"911, what's you're gonna emergency?"