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Kyle laughs, throwing his head back, "Dan. Dan. Dan."

"What? What? What?" We were so gone. It's a Friday night, just the two of us. One of the few Friday nights we had alone without having, Janna, a concert or, Will and Woody. We hit rock bottom. Kyle was too drunk to remember, but I remember quite clearly because it was one of the most important moments of my life.

"Okay. Okay." He giggles, hiccuping, "Remember...Remember when you came out gay?" He laughed more, hiccuping again. I nod, taking a swig of vodka.

"Oh ya. That was mental." I chuckle. Kyle laughs, pushing me slightly.

But right now, the fun moment is gone.

I stand in the house.

Dead silent.

No Louis.

No Kyle.

No me.

No one.

The birds chirp outside, the wind blowing the trees' branches making slight scratching noises. I turn, walking to my bedroom. The only thing I see that stands out is a glaring penicle sharpener blade and blood stains on the carpet. I walk into Ky's room, surprised to so Lou there.

Lou.

In a sack.

He stinks.

Bad.

I watch him walk out, his dead body still there.

I smile, kneeling down and petting his spirit. He meows and purrs, rubbing against my hands.

I hear the front door opening and loud sobbing. It's Janna.

I run to the door, her make up streaming down her face. She walks in, sort of unbalanced. I open my arms to give her a hug, but she walks straight through me.

Literally.

She walks into the living room, falling to her knees. Her sobbing gets louder as she muffles it by burying her face in her hands.

"Janna...Janna I'm sorry." I say, placing a hand on her shoulder, only to see that my hand goes through her.

Her sobs soften and she lifts her head, a single tear streaming down her face.

And she mutters, "I feel so alone."