A Dear Friend: Difference between revisions

 

So Adam was being threatened? Blackmailed into suicide? Warned? A million possibilities swam in my head. I pulled out a chair and sat down. Suddenly, Adam stood up. "Adam!" I said, before he lifted the pistol to his chin. I leapt up and tackled him just as his finger tightened on the trigger. The bullet flew past, shattering a window. "Please," Adam whimpered. "Let me... Let me save her." "Save who?" I demanded. "Her. I must save her." With a strength I had never known him to possess, he tore me off him, cocked the pistol, and fired three rounds into the picture on the wall, before collapsing onto the floor, weeping. I grabbed the photo off the wall, and drove to a photo developer. They were able to enhance the picture, and I could almost make out a face. I quickly brought all the photos over. With the data from the photos, they could reconstruct a face from the figure. Mine. I ran back to Adam's place to demand an explanation, only to find him in a pool of blood. The next thing I knew, I was in a hospital. They told me I had severe schizophrenia. Adam wasn't real. The photo shop owner called 911 after I had him search for meaning in a blank piece of paper. I couldn't believe it. I ran back to Adam's place, but... A woman lived there. A woman with kids. I burst in, running up the stairs to find Adam's room. It wasn't there. I woke up in the same hospital bed after I was arrested for breaking into the woman's house. Just as I was about to believe their story, I saw Adam's body, nailed to the wall, with something carved into his chest. I stood up, and walked closer to read it. It read, " Dear Tyler. A little gift from your dear friend Death."

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