Paul

Paul

"Please Paul, you've got to get over her, she's gone, leave it at that!" Paul's best friend Jake pleaded with the average man pacing back and forth in the living room. Paul looked at Jake through watery brown eyes, and then collapsed onto a chair, burying his face in his hands.
"Fuck Jake, don't you understand Jessica was my life, I'll never forget her, please, leave me to greive," Paul sobbed.
"Come on Paul don't do this, please Paul dont,"
"I SAID LEAVE DAMN IT!" Paul screamed and threw a lamp in the direction of his friend.
"I just tryed to help you," Jake said ducking the lamp, "you never could take help from anyone." Jake left leaving the sobbing Paul behind.
"I don't need help...I don't need help," Paul said, trying to convince himself more than anything. As days passed Jake tryed to talk to Paul, but Paul wanted nothing to do with anyone. His unshaven face, and slight odour from not grooming himself, along with the stains on his shirt made him repulsive. Jake knew his friend would sink lower, hopefully not low enough to try suicide again. Paul did answer the phone in hopes it was Jessica, then after 5 days of depression she called.
"Paul, Jake called me and said you weren't talking to anyone. Why Paul, why? I left because you do that, you take everything to the extreme. Just get over it! Paul! Paul! Don't you hang up on m *click*"
"BITCH!" Paul screamed, then he stood up and angrily stomped to the kitchen muttering, "everyone hates me, my god everyone hates me."
At that time Jake was watching T.V when he flipped to the six o' clock news.
"Quite a scene down here at an apartment building where Paul Mendez is perched on the 13th floor blaconey. He's aparently going to jump over the loss of his wife Jessica. Firefighters, police officers, and paramedics are standing by, hoping Jessica or a close friend of Paul's can come down to talk to him. This is David Johnson reporting live at the Young Apartment Building," at the lat words Jake was already on his way to the apartment and calling Jessica's cell.
Paul looked at the small flashing lights below, and the crowd of people watching him, he saw seven news teams covering the story. 'What a thrilling story they'll get one I jump, they'll be so happy to get a good fucking story' he thought. That's when he heard Jake calling up to him through a megaphone, "Paul get down from there! Don't do this because of Jessica!" Paul hadn't heard his friend because he had tuned out everything and was concentrating on the 9mm handgun he had stashed for safety of him and Jessica. 'One bullet, just one single bullet' he thought, then he squeezed the trigger. *Click**Click* Paul looked down at the gun that was not firing. 'The safety!' Then he squeezed the trigger. A lone gunshot rang out above the crowds of civilians and authorities. A dark shape toppled of the 13th floor balconey, and crashed into a police car. The paramedics ran to see what had happened to Paul, and even the most experienced authority became sick to the stomach when they saw Paul. His blood dripped of the smashed windshield onto the pavement, and the hole in his head leaked substances that very few ever saw. Bone fragments scattered all over would be collected and buried along with the mangled corpse of Paul Mendez, as well as the body of Jessica Mendez. She had tried to apologize to Paul when he shot her point blank in the face with the handgun. The 6 other bullet holes dictated that he had emptied all but one shot into her body. Jake also comitted suicide when his two good friends were dead. He threw himself off of his workplace, a 20 story building. Though the news did get their wonderful story all who witnessed the carnage of the Mendez's would never forget the two lovers, Jake and Jessica, and Paul.