myspace to murderers
.:12-29-06:.
The story's basically as simple as the title. Well, to me and my best friend at least.
Its a cold, uneventful Friday night in December. We were looking for excitement, mystery and relaxation. "Just 24 hours and I'll get to see him again." We leave a bulletin saying we're out to look for trouble. When in reality we were sitting at my house in sweats just waiting for something. "Theres a full case of beer downstairs" "Tiiiight" Two minutes after we take a swig of our beers ready to relax, I get a phone a call for pain killers. I ask why, not wanting to leave the comfort of my home, then I find out my best guy friend literally ran over his friend. Yah, ran over with a beat up Corsica. We run out, leaving open beers and music blasting to meet at Panera. They arrive with a 17 year old boy crouched up like a baby in the backseat moaning and groaning. I'm screaming hospital and they're calming responding pain killers. We follow the boys to make sure they get to Jasons' brother's house safely. Just to find out that as soon as he enters the "safety" of his brothers home. His brother flips a shit. Threatening to call the cops, demanding to know who/what/where/when. I'm sorry its your goddamn little brother. Nobody cares if you just got out of jail you do NOT call the cops on your own flesh and blood. End of story. We leave as soon as 911 is dialed. Just to return to Robs 20 mins later to see Jason is missing and three squad cars are circling the neighboorhood. Oh, and did I mention I had open beer in my car? As quickly as we throw the beer we return to sit in the safety of a poorly lit basement. Re-living the events of the nights simply to reveal the dark secret that Jason has been hiding. Four bodies to be exact. He's a murderer. I left my house to help him. I'm sorry if I'm not selfish but I only truly cared about two of the three boys. I couldn't bear seeing Rob in handcuffs knowing damn well he'd be in jail for the next...well...forever. I was shaking and my voice was cracking as I called Rob to make sure everything would be okay. I just needed that promise as I watched cop cars circle the neighboorhood. They werent after the true friends, they were looking for the murderer walking around Citgo. And here we are 11:19 pm on a Friday night on myspace once again. Only the beer is empty, the murderer has vanished, and one of my best friends is safe and sound in the safety of his own home. For now....
Myspace to murderers in less than two hours.
Its just that simple.
Goodnight my darling sweet.