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I flung open the door in time to find him holding a knife to one arm.
'No...' The man had been right. He had commanded my friend to kill himself, and now he was going to do it. He looked up at me with a sadistic grin. He WANTED to die. I couldn't let him do it.
I tried to get the knife away from him, but he was determined not to let that happen. It was a fight of strength, something one would not expect someone like him to possess. But he was indeed strong, and incredibly stubborn to have his way. I asked him what he thought he was doing. I didn't like his response.
He cut me. On accident or on purpose, I didn't care. I knew it was all my fault in the first place, even if he didn't. He remembered nothing but the man's words. The only thing I could feel was the pain in my arm. I felt like a vampire soaked in holy water, the burning was so intense. But the look of remorse in his eyes was far greater than any physical pain I felt. He flung the knife to the ground and rushed to my side.
"I'm sorry, Frank...I'm so, so sorry," he said in a quavering voice. I could only look at him and attempt to mask my pain.
"So am I."
It was my fault.
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He gave up after that. So did I.
I stayed away from all of them. I couldn't risk hurting someone else. Concerts were different; both of us would channel as much energy as possible into our performances. He channeled his anguish; I, my demonic power. It left both of us exhausted, and we often chain smoked afterwards. There were so many times I wanted to tell him what had truly happened, but the man's voice stopped me. I couldn't say anything if I wanted to.
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I lay on top of the slanted roof of our current residence and stared up at the night sky littered with stars. There was a new moon, and we welcomed the darkness. I could feel my friend's immense sadness almost as if it were a tangible thing. I also felt the anger and power of my demon side thrashing in my heart, wanting to be free and take control.
I smirked in spite of myself. Really, I had no control. It took all of my strength and will to carry on from day to day in this simple state. Nighttime was the hardest; the demon wanted out. He lived for the darkness. But the stars seemed to pacify him, if only temporarily.
"Frank?" asked a weak voice next to me.
"Yeah?"
"What's happening to us?" I didn't answer right away. The words began to form in my mind, trying to take shape before me, but they would not come.
'You cannot tell him. Or I will kill him.'
I knew I had to listen. So I did the most painful thing I could do. I lied.
"I don't know. I wish I knew." 'I wish I could tell you. I wish none of this had happened. I wish it was all over.'
"Frank?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm sorry."
"So am I."
And I was.