Part 6
He slept long hours. Dreamless sleeps that would occasionally be interrupted by a nurse or a police officer who wanted to ask him questions. How ever many times he was told, his mind kept blocking out the information about his 2 close friends death.
'He's in shock' they would say. 'Chances are he cant even remember being attacked much less finding the body� traumatic thing to go through'. He heard the whispers that passed between people in the corridor. Officers wanting to warn his friends about an attacker on the loose. Possibly a crazed fan� they talked about many things over many days until the decided to allow Paul to go home. Providing of course� that a good friend of his stay with him.
He and his supervisor made their way back to Paul's apartment via Taxi and Paul was tucked in to bed like a child. Blankets tight around him and a light peck on the cheek. TLC was what the doctors said he needed. No mention of the past few days at all. If he was going to recall anything it would have to be in his own time.
"Are you going to be alright if I take a short walk?" A hazy voice called to him and he nodded.
It was explained to him the he would only be alone for half an hour or so but he didn't seem to notice much of the conversation. He felt a loving hand on his forehead and heard the doors close. He drifted off for a short time and woke to find the clock had moved forward 20 minutes. He stood from his bed and wandered into the living area of his quarters and leaned against the door. Footsteps echoed up the stairway towards his flat and he heard a key slip into the keyhole. The knob jiggled momentarily and he heard a panicking voice call his name. It called again and again until a foot flew through the door and practically knocked it in half and over Paul's head.
Paul stood and faced him and smiled. 'What took you so long' he said and smiled.
"I thought something happened to you"
Something had happened. He had snapped. He spun his leg around and tripped the figure over causing a loud thud.
"What are you doing!" He cried
Paul had slipped on a pair of gloved and held tight to a rope. He knocked the man over again before he was able to scramble to his feet. The noose slipped around his friend's neck and Paul's bare feet found a place on the shoulders of his victim. They pushed forwards as he pulled back and the sound of attempted breathing filled the air. The mans hands were trying to loosen the grip of the rope� his face changed colour and he began to weaken. His eyes were bulging to the point that it looked as though they were going to pop out. Bloody began to dribble from his ears and his body began to give up. Slowly it stopped moving.
Paul stood and removed the gloves. He walked to his room and closed the door. The gloves were shoved in the bottom of a drawer and he slid back under his cover. His eyes closed and he yawned. 2 words escaped his lips before he drifted into sleep again.
"Goodbye Rove"
part 7