University. Mi. Killing Sta.
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park the car at the entrance of the avenue leading to the house of Johnny. It 's a nice evening, I do not like of hanging still locked in the car. I walk the few feet separating me from the house calmly, to enjoy the fresh air as long as possible.
notice that the lights are still off in the living room. Strange, I thought I had already returned from the records, perhaps decided to spend a bit 'longer in the studio. Which means that later I will have to put up with his complaints about Steve and the others.
Sigh. At least Johnny's got a band. The White Diamond now they all seem to be doomed. Kurt has disappeared from circulation. Even Tony seems defiladed: according to the latest telephone conversation, Arianna is pretty committed to helping to "catch up with the music."
- ... That is, if the are having a great time to conclude large-aloud.
I'm taking the habit of talking to myself, just like Corey. That girl is affecting me more than expected. I smile at the memory of her. After all, it was thanks to his bad habit if we could to declare. I think that meeting her was the only thing really good in this period disgusting.
reach the entrance of the house and do I put the key in the lock. Luckily my brother has decided to give me a deck of its stock, otherwise I would have been forced to wait outside. Not exactly the best, since it starts to make very cold.
I let slip an exclamation of surprise when I realize that the door is already open.
-What the hell ...? -
into the house with caution. Inside is all dark.
possible that the thieves have entered? Control Lock: is in place. I try to look into the living room. Everything seems to be in perfect order, not known anything different. I continue my tour of the rooms.
There is a deathly silence. If it is really some one must essersela already ran off.
My heart jumps in my chest when I reach the hall. The bathroom light is on. Way trying to do the least possible noise, ready to attack if necessary.
I hear the roar of water in the sink. I decide to risk it.
-Johnny? Are you there? - I try to call him.
I peeped inside the room. And I feel I'm cold.
My brother is down on the floor, motionless and pale as ever. He has a hand encrusted with blood, a bruise in the crook of his left arm. On the floor, traces of vomit and a syringe from the needle ... twisted.
I go up, trying to control the trembling of my body.
-Please ... please tell me ... that's not true - I keep repeating, kneeling next to him. I try to force me and put his hand on his chest. I begin to curse me for having wasted so much time going down the last stretch of road walking and wandering the empty house. Why I have not given a move first?
-Next ... please ... - my voice is now reduced to a hoarse whisper.
not hear anything.
Nothing.
I arrived too late.
In a moment, it's as if my heart had stopped. I can not think of anything. I want to scream, but I can not find the voice to do it. No tears. Just a terrible sense of emptiness.
Just as the funeral of Larry.
I realize that I still keep my hand on the chest of Johnny, now completely unable to prevent the tremor. I start to withdraw, when I realize something.
Maybe ...
Tengo il fiato sospeso, in attesa.
Un battito lieve.
-Johnny?-
Una scintilla di speranza torna a farsi viva.
Provo a scostargli una ciocca di capelli dal viso. Un sospiro, poi un tremolio delle palpebre. Sta riacquistando conoscenza.
-Ehilà, fratellino- lo sento sussurrare, con voce quasi impercettibile. Ha riaperto gli occhi. Fa per accennare un sorriso, ma il risultato finisce solo col somigliare ad una smorfia contorta.
Si solleva a sedere con fatica, guardandosi intorno con aria spaesata, come if trying to realize where he is. Suddenly, he realizes the syringe: to make her away from him with a kick, but missed their target. Soon after, trying to cover the bruise on his arm, staring guiltily.
I feel the anger creeping inside.
-I am not a fool, I've seen. You can find out what the hell you thinking? You told me to have stopped with that stuff! Do you want to kill you? - Blurt.
Johnny smiles again. I can not stand to see him with that arrogant. I want to take him to fists.
-Kill? - Murmurs, perhaps. Apparently they are too failed even that. Great, right? I do not even have the balls to do away-grins.
-Did you go very close-hiss.
This time, his expression lost all traces of fun. He passes a hand over his face and breathing a sigh, not looking at him.
-She's pregnant, Fran. I'll go to jail, and Starstruck can say goodbye to their careers. I are spoiled with my own hands and I dragged her and the guys in this mess. I'll never be a good husband, let alone a father. I'll end up disappoint, as I always did with everyone. I can only create a problem, myself and the people I love. E 'useless for me ... -
did not give him time to finish.
One-time braking. What the heck are you talking about? About is pregnant? - Ask him.
Johnny glances at me in exasperation, as if he could not understand because they are so hard on the uptake:
-Jen, wow. This is Jen. E 'come to see me this afternoon. I told her not to see us, the paparazzi continued to haunt her, but she absolutely had to talk to me ... and then - stops for a moment, before continuing - ... I asked her to marry her. Do you realize? I'm getting married that ! - Giggles-with a minor, for more. But I love her, I know I really love it ... I told her I will take care of the child. Even if you do not know how, since the short end in the cell. Beautiful, no? -
stared in silence, unable to respond.
try to reattach the facts. I remember that Johnny had told me about the problems relating to their age difference with Jen. At first he decided not care and continue to see her. The fragment of a conversation I went back to memory:
"It 's so sweet, Fran. It makes me go crazy. The way he looked at me while we were making love was something indescribable. I do not think I ever felt this way before now. "
Not a week later that evening, the press had decided to stick their nose in their relationship, forcing my brother to take a break from Jen.
A shiver runs through me back when I can finally put in place all the pieces of history. Johnny is in trouble up to his neck.
-Mr. Serious told me not to die, but what can he learn? From dead are certainly more useful. Think about how much money might be the Starstruck on me. I would be a great deal-he continues, sounding bitter. He seems to be responding to his own thoughts, rather than addressing the word. To be honest, it seems to have forgotten my presence.
What sends me even more angry.
-Do you really making you out to fix something? - He says, grabbing him by the shoulders-you say you love Jen. Do not you think those who are suffering? You can not leave it like that. And the kids? You are their leader, although you can still fight your friends and colleagues, we'll never get to the point of wanting you dead. And I do not think I could endure another loss. When I saw you there on the ground ... I ... I - I can not finish the sentence. I have blurred vision. The tears first found it hard to go out start running down her cheeks before I realize. The fast-drying, so I can not see me now.
Johnny shrugs, keeping his eyes down.
-I'm sorry, Fran. But I do not know what else to think. They are over-
shake my head.
-only when you're finished for the win. If you and Jen are unable to finish practice for the wedding on time, you would have the law on your side. It will be tough, it is true, but with a little luck you can do it. And you've always been an inexhaustible source of sheer luck. So, stop feeling sorry for himself, and work to do, I insist, dry.
I hear giggling, his eyes regained a spark of vitality.
-Like when you make hard. I could almost give you listen, you know -
I let slip an exasperated snort.
good-will you do it. And woe to you if you play fetch with that crap-adds, pointing the syringe at a short distance from him.
Johnny winces embarrassed:
- not happen again, I promise. You ... you're right. Seriously. It 's time to grow and make a move. I'll try ... well, I will do away with the stuff once and for all. After all, have a family to look after, in a little while-you-miss another giggle God, it's all so absurd. ... I thank you for being there, brother-
pulled a light pat on the shoulder, smiling myself.
-Duty. How would I do without you? - Replied, rising to his feet. Holding out a hand to help him to rise: his movements are still uncertain, but it seems to get better. He clings to me to hug me.
-I love-whispers.
I realize that I began to tremble.
-Hey, sure to be right? - I ask-we can always sit back, if not do-
He shakes his head, not loose.
-I'm fine. 'S only ... just a little bit 'of ... -
I feel his body get heavier. I hold him with all my strength, trying not to slide on the ground. I try to lay it on the floor. He closed his eyes again, his breath is weaker than ever.
-Johnny? -
I feel the panic rising. I try to call again.
-Next, do not be stupid. You know I hate this kind of jokes-
No response.
- JOHNNY? -
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