"Let's Play This Game" *Part 7*

Lets Play This Game
Part 7
The World Has Its Shine

There was a dark cloud over Chicago; a grey mass that echoed the sentiments of the bands that slowly rolled home. Tears from the skies poured with misery and lashed down its sadness upon the city; there was no warmth anymore. The buildings harbored memories of bittersweet remorse; cold concrete that had no life stood breathless with no feeling. The tall skyscrapers reached into the heavens as though clasping at the soul that flitted into the after life. The little rays of sunlight that whitened the clouds had only reminded of the brightness that Patrick captivated and how the town mourned for its lost one.

Joe could barely drive; he could barely think. He simply rolled gently down the roads swerving in and out of the traffic as his mind swept delicately over the images that he had seen. The lifeless expression of his life filled friend and the array of blood splattered around the tour bus. And then Vicky, like an angel, beside him; both intertwined by death. The whole tour had known about their affair, who couldn’t? They were never apart, around everyone and on their own. It was not hard to figure out that there was much more to them than simple friendship. A terrifying thought pounded the pit of Joe’s stomach; how was Patrick’s girlfriend going to cope? Not only had she lost a loved one; but to find out that he was a liar? A cheat? The truth would rip her apart. Feeling nauseous, Joe decided that when he eventually arrived home he would find his girlfriend and make sure she knows to him; she is the most admired in the world.

The familiar sights of his street came around the corners and a swift sigh tumbled from his lips; he was home and he felt the hands of safety grip around him. He would sleep tonight. As the car came into the driveway, he wasted no time in grabbing his bags and hurrying through the door where he instantly called out the name of his loved one. Throwing the bag onto the door, he was greeted with silence. Stuttering her name again, Joe frowned out of confusion; there was nothing. No body rushing to embrace him and no sweet scent of her fragile flesh. Another short breath frustrated came from his mouth, all he needed was her body heat against his but there was only cold. He tottered around into the kitchen and found a note with lopsided hand writing sprawled over the snow white paper;

Joe

I had a phone call and there is an emergency at my parents. I really want to be there with you because I know you are going through a really hard time but I think something has happened with my father. The minute you get home can you let me know and I’ll try and get there as soon as possible.

I love you baby.

Joe felt guilty for getting angry; he understood that she had to go home and he would in the same situation, he just wanted her here and to ask her to give up her family for some comfort that he was going to get anyway was simply selfish. Besides, he was feeling tired anyway and perhaps if he slept then he would wake up feeling better, if that was possible.

His thoughts were a blurring; a wild activity of sorrow that sped violently around his mind. There was no doubt about it; there was a serial killer on the loose. Some twisted murderer was targeting them. Would Joe have to watch painfully as each of his friends were picked off one by one? It was a tragedy. Was he next? Placing a hand to his mind, he could not stop the internal TV that flickered sick images. One by one he could imagine his friends dead; ones that he had seen and ones that he could conjure up from the potions of his imagination. Fuck this, Joe thought to himself, I need a break.

He turned his head around check that no one could see him; after all he had said numerous amount of times that he was quitting, he had to be sure that his girlfriend hadn’t snuck in and caught him out. Then, despite all events, an argument would ensue. After checking that he was completely alone, he found his stash of narcotics. Dragging a box from underneath the bed, he felt his heart leap. He knew it was wrong that he relied so heavily upon the drugs to ease the pain but he couldn’t help knowing that for now, this was the only way that could truly relax him. Picking up the mahogany box, he bounded back down the stairs and grabbing a pack of munchies he sat in the crick of a chair. Turning on the TV, he rolled up the roach inside his hand and went to light it up.

But there was no lighter, not in the box anyway. With the smoke still hanging out of his mouth, he clawed his way through each inch and found nothing but the rest of the drugs now eschew within the box. Throwing the rest onto the coach, he began up turning cushions and ripping open drawers in order to find this sweet flame. He ran into the kitchen and rummaged around the drawers and finally found one in the bottom drawers. The yellow plastic box sitting gently in the midst of kitchen utensils. A calm began washing over him as he stood up and flicking the sparks of the lighter and a high flame shot centimeters up into the air; sending the tobacco into a small forest of flame. Shooting the smoke from his mouth into the air, he leaned against the kitchen side and moaned out of pleasure. His hand grabbed the note that was there before and lifted it to read it again;

Joe, don’t you know that drugs can kill you?

“Wha-“ but that was all he could say before a shocking explosion rumbled through out the house and fire engulfed him. The fearsome pressure quickly blew him away.

Certainly, there was a dark cloud over Chicago.

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Ciao Bella

So it has been a year almost since we last wrote this but I kinda hoped that you were still interested. I hope you  Love Sarah xxxx I hope you guys enjoyed this one