Love Game

Chapter 4

I settled on the edge of my bed, with my head in my hands. Anthony would never love me, let alone even think about loving me. A lone tear slid down my right cheek, why would he love me. I stood up, and dragged my feet toward the bathroom, I tugged the top cabinet open and reached for my familiar blade.

"He would never love me," I told myself repeatedly, putting the cold blade against my skin, "Never,"

And let my hand to the work.

-~ Anthony's POV (Chilled) -~

I suddenly awoke for the hundredth time in the past 5 hours, something feels off. My eyes flashed over to my alarm clock, squinting at the brightness, 2:05 am. Steven told me that his flight leaves at 6:45 am, and I have to pick him up at the airport at... some point? I can't remember. Maybe I should call Steven and check? Yeah, yeah I'll do that.

"Hey, Steven, I'm just checking when I should pick you up from the airport?" I told him.

"It's like 2 am." He groaned.

"Oh crap. I forgot you have to sleep for your flight!"

"Don't worry about it, Anthony, my flight should get there around 1 pm,"

"Alright thanks! Oh and hey Steven is something wrong?" I can't help but feel something is wrong.

"U-um no. E-every thing is completely fi-fine,"

He doesn't sound very convincing, I'll ask him about it later.

"Oh okay buddy, goodnight - er um good morning?"

"Thanks Anthony,"

He's going through this all for me. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of pain in my heart from why he's flying to New York. My Jessica... gone.

I sighed breathlessly as I slowly shut my eyes again, afraid to dream, knowing what was awaiting me.

I was driving away from the airport, Steven peacefully asleep in the seat next to mine. I smiled, admiring how his lips curved up at the ends, into a faint smile. The road we were driving on almost looked abandoned, almost. I was too busy thinking to notice a car coming from the opposite direction, briefly drifting into our lane, before I knew it, everything went black.

I saw myself, sitting in the seat next to Steven's hospital bed, his heart monitor slowing down, I stood up and rushed to his side.

"My RoyalViking... I did this to you... I killed my best friend,"

Then the monitor stopped completely, drowning the room in an eerie beep.