UNTIL now, Chloe never imagined herself staying in a room looking through the window deep in thoughts as Joey always did but here she was doing exactly that.
She was used to staying in the room now regardless of the fact that her two sisters stayed and died in this exact room.
She never talked,worked,washed, watched or ate anymore. She was worse than Joey, always deep in her thoughts looking through the long narrow window, hands folded.
There she was this very day,when she had a scream illuminating from the sitting room. She quickly ran towards that direction and found her mother holding a bottle looking at the dead man on the floor, helplessly.
"Dad!" Max was surprised.
"This is a diluted chemical! Isn't it Wilson?" Mariam asked handing the bottle to Wilson who reached out for it and smelt it. Just then,he saw a paper untop the dining and took it. Curiously opening it,he read it.
"What does it say Wilson?" Mariam grew worried.
"He's dead" he replied.
"Finally" Chloe whispered to her own hearing.
"Poor old man. May his soul rest in peace" Mariam prayed.
"You mean to tell me Dave killed himself?" Paschal asked bewildered.
"Yep bro. The nigg' committed suicide"
"Hahaha..."
"Here's the letter" Wilson gave it to him.
"Wow,he was really sober"Paschal said after reading it.
"Yes,but we all know where his heading to..." Wilson said and Paschal became saddened. "When is his burial?"
"You wanna come?"
"Yes,of course"
"No,no bro you don't wanna be there"
"-"
"The whole family hates you and seeing you will just become more worse"
"I don't care. I'm going"
"You can't bro"
"I said I don't care,now some drinks?"
They chit chatted for a while before Wilson decided to go home.
"See you in the burial pal" Paschal said out loud.
"Hey-- I appreciate the fact that you're trying to keep your promise to Joey. If I was still jealous I'd talk you into giving up, but I know wherever she is,she'd be so happy you're honest. So, keep on pushing on. And now Dave is dead, here's your chance of getting the family" Wilson smiled and with that, left.
The D-Day came and there were sobbing relatives from far and wide.
As usual in a burial function the family of the deceased were supposed to be mourning and looking sober but in this case, neither of them were crying, but they just formed sadness so nobody will suspect any of them.
Paschal came but his presence wasn't appreciated. The burial functioned and they all went home. No one bothered to stay a while and cry over Davidson's fate.