The Depression

The Depression1

Well, any way I’m in my car, a Chrysler Charger I’m on the highway, which takes me to my best buddy, James’ house. His house was only half an hour away now. I had passed the only restaurant there was for four hundred kilometres.2

I was almost there, almost at James’ house, my stomach was aching from hunger, I had been driving for twenty two hours and hadn’t pulled over to sleep, eat, and drink or even to take a whiz. I felt sleepy, hungry and busting to go to the toilet all at he same time. Well, at least I was staying at his house for a week.3

Finally I got there, James’ house. I ate, had some coffee and used the toilet. Finally I was happy, for now. Suddenly the doorbell rang, it was Tracey, James’ girlfriend, they had been like that for five years now, and James didn’t have the money to buy an engagement ring.4

I had to cook dinner because James was busy thinking. I realised that Tracey didn’t look to happy. She looked like she was about to cry, I turned the deep fryer off and sat next to her. “What’s wrong?” I asked. But she did not answer. I asked her again, still no answer. So I decided to shut up and serve up the French fries I had just cooked. “James, dinner’s ready, if you are hungry that is”. I said.5

“BRING BRING!!!!” It was Tracey’s mobile. “Hello, yeah this is Tracey Hodgerins yes; yeah that’s me Tracey from RSVP club”.6

I had to tell James what I had overheard Tracey talking about, but what if she was only joking. I hopped on the laptop went to RSVP club and searched for Tracey Hodgerins, BINGO!7

I didn’t know what to do tell James, or not. What would James do if I did what would he do if I didn’t? I decided to tell him.8

“James? James, where are you James? Ahh, James I kind off overheard Tracey talking to what sounded like a guy the other night. I was wondering if she worked at an um, internet ‘club.’ 9

I thought James was alright after that. But it didn’t seem normal, those couple of days. James went out; I didn’t see him for a few hours after that. The next time I saw him; he had a rope around his neck and was hanging underneath the bridge.10

I studied the corpse for a while and spotted what seemed to be a letter or note.11

I read it. It said.12

To whom it may concern,13

Bill if you are reading this, I must say that I knew Tracey was on RSVP but I never had the guts to do this. Hang myself, I mean and if you ever hear anything about Tracey, well I will just say one thing I knew she was trouble but…14

The letter was smeared with blood and was unreadable; tears fell from my eyes onto the blood-smeared letter.15

I had to tell Tracey but I couldn’t. Why? Because next to James’s corpse was Tracey’s corpse. There was a rope, I was ninety nine per cent sure it was made for me.16

I tied it around my neck, and knocked the chair over and on the bridge above me there was an inscription. Bill this was not meant for you. 17

DAMN!!!!!!!!! 18