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Andrew opened his eyes, he appeared to be in a dark closet.
Ivan stood in front of him holding an axe.
Ivan slowly lifted the axe.
“Ivan.. What are yo-” But before he could finish his question. He was met with an axe to the head.
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Ivan’s breath hitches in shock, looking at what he had just done. His eyes widened as he looked at Andrews' now split-open head.
Shit..
Ivan fell to his knees, tears falling to the hard wooden floor.
Damn it!
He brought his sleeve up to his face, wiping his tears away. But to no avail, they kept falling.
Andrew sat on his knees, axe still in head.
He couldn't feel his head anymore. Matter of fact, he couldn't feel anything.
His breathing got slower and quieter as the light left his eyes.
The smell of blood and tears filled Ivan's nose as he sobbed.
Ivan sat there, hands up to his eyes. He didn't want to see what he had done to his friend.
He slowly lifted his head, guilt tracing every movement.
…
Ivan woke up, gasping for air.
It was just a nightmare..
He tossed his blanket off himself, stretching his legs out.
He grabbed a blue sweatshirt and a pair of black sweats.
He took his red hat and put it on his head as he walked smoothly out the front door.
His grey hair poked out as the wind tugged at it.
The sky was a sunny blue, grey clouds lined the sky.
Ivan walked down the street.
The faint smell of alcohol and iron blew in the wind, probably from the local bar.
He opened the gas station door, a small ding faded into the sound of talking.
He grabbed a few items. Two cases of beer and a chocolate bar.
“Will that be all today?" The man behind the counter asked.
“Yeah." Ivan replied blankly.
Ivan quickly paid for his stuff and walked out.
Ivan stepped into his apartment door, shutting the door behind him.
He sat down onto the couch and tore a case open. He grabbed a bottle and opened it with ease as if he's done this a million times.
He took an eager drink of the beer, his adams apple bobbing with each gulp.
Ivan slumped his tired frame against the couch. Head now laying back onto the couch.
“I wish Andrew was here.." He muttered, breath smelling of beer and regret.