Death At My Fingertips

Death falls on my fingertips.As the gun hits the floor.His lifeless body laying there.No one had the cure.His mother stormed in hearing the bang.Seeing her sons lifeless body on the floor.The silent pain remains.As she picks up his phone dailing the magic number.Seeing my message pop up.She studder.She calls the magic number telling them to hurry. As she types a message back to me asking why he did this?As I break down in my lonelyness.I type saying stuff that kills her inside.I run into my kitchen not wanting to be alive.I dail a number not able to talk.The voice answer "Hello".I tryed to answer so soft.I inhale air as my throat starts to burn.Saying Hi in a voice that you think would die concern.But he calmed me down.My brother thats right.Still together he says it isn't my fault.He said I did all I could.But I guess he's right.I'll be fine.Because he is alive.That's the way it should be.