Bill's Dead Now

Bill woke up in the alley again.  The darkness was all around him and ,almost instantly, the thoughts filled his head again.  The voices soon followed.1

"Do it already, bastard," the voice echoed in his mind, "You're a bastard son and a worthless addict.  You mean nothing to them.  You'll see. They'll all get along fine without you."2

"Shut up..." Bill groaned weakly scratching his black hair, "Just shut up..."3

Deep down he knew the voice was right.  He was an urchin, homeless since he was twelve when he ran away.  He stole from just about everyone and his life basically revolved around cocaine, pot, and booze.4

He got up slowly, trembling from his lack of coke in his system.  He dropped back down to his knees and pulled the drug from his black hoodie pocket.  He crushed the crystals and made a neat little line on the pavement and snorted.  Some comfort came to him but there was this constant thought: Tonight's the end.5

"It's not true..." he growled into the night air," Not tonight...."6

"You're lying to yourself, Billy," the voice replied, "Yu know it's tonight. Why do you think you're grasping on so tight to that .45 in your pocket?"7

Bill realized that he was holding on to the gun like it was his lifeline.  Technically it was his solution.  His one-way ticket out.8

He trudged out of the alley and walked down River Street.  Thoughts flooded his mind.  His depression was taking him over.  He wasn't Bill anymore, he was only a figment of that street punk, so cunning and quick that no one could ever catch him.  He was the bad-ass of the neighbrohood, much tougher than Jimmy, and always in the mood for sex with any girl willing or non-willing.9

Now he was just an empty shell.  Stealing didn't give him that feeling anymore.  The drugs didn't give him that rush.  The only thing that brought even a slight smile to his face was the thought of his demise.10

He was a bad boy.  Stealing is wrong.  He was just figuring out just who he was and it was killing him inside.  There was only one solution in his mind: extermination.11

His mind started racing as he slinked into the alley behind the market.  This was it: the brutal end.12

He pulled the loaded revolver from his jacket, held it to his head and-13

"Bill? What the hell are you doing?" a voice asked.14

Bill looked on the ground to see Jimmy Daniels, a black-haired, green eyed homeless kid like him, sitting against the wall smoking a cigarette.15

"Don't let the faggot get in your way!" the voice screamed in Bill's brain.16

"Get outta here, Jimmy." Bill growled.17

"Dude, I'm not leaving." somehow Jimmy knew exactly what was going on and was trying his best to stop it.18

"He's not gonna let you do what needs to be done." the voice explained, "He is an obstacle."19

"Put the gun down" Jimmy ordered as he stood up and looked Bill in the eyes, "Jules told me about this.  She's got that feeling and she said the way you've been talking...and she found the suicide note..."20

"Jules? Then why isn't she here?" the voice asked, snarling as it did, "She sends her little dog-boy, Jimmy to your rescue? If she really cared she would've came herself."21

"Get away from me Jimmy!" Bill exclaimed.22

"Don't do this to yourself,man. You have so much to live for." Jimmy stammered.23

Jimmy didn't even know.  Bill's life was over.24

"Go away, Jimmy." Bill pleaded, "I need to do this."25

" I'm not letting you do this." Jimmy replied as he cautiosly walked towards Bill.  There was a panic in his voice and he was shaking badly.26

Bill could sense that Jimmy was afraid.  27

"Kill him." the voice said gruffly, " Take him with you.  If he wants to stop you, make him pay..."28

"Jimmy! Get out of here!" Bill screamed as the voice echoed in his mind as he closed his eyes and aimed the gun at Jimmy.29

A loud bang filled the night streets.  Bill opened his eyes to see Jimmy, his eyes wide open and gasping.30

"What the-...f*ck.." Jimmy stammered as he clutched his bleeding abdomen and dropped to the ground crying in pain.31

Bill turned away from Jimmy.  What had he done?  32

"You made me shoot Jimmy..." Bill muttered, "You made me kill him....my friend...."33

The voice laughed manically as Bill raised the .45 to the right side of his head, cocked it, and pulled the trigger.34

He heard the blast and Jimmy yelp and then he fell limp to the ground dead.35

It was done.  He found his solution.36