Death has no friends
Jimmy went to the scheduled meeting place and stood there and waited. He stood there in the dark of midnight and lit a cigar. Jimmy pulled out an expensive looking pocket watch with a gold chain that attached it to his pocket. He opened the clasp and observed the face of the watch with a sharp gaze. "Damn it! He's late!" Jimmy whispered to himself. He wondered where his friend was. This was a deal they had made when they were both twenty and moving away. The pact was to meet at the same dinner that they always hung out in when they were teens. Jimmy wondered if his friend forgot and was doing so well that he couldn't come. Or God forbid, he didn't want to come. They had been friends for as long as the sun rose and set. He wondered how his old friend was doing. If he had met a fine girl who cared for him and they had gone off to live in a suburban home. That was a thought that made him chuckle to himself. His friend always had a way with the ladies. The same question rang over and over in his head. "Why hadn't he shown up yet?" Soon a man's shadow creeped across Jimmy's gaze and made him glance in its direction. The man lit a cigar as he walked closer to jimmy. The man had a black trench coat on which was not buttoned, so jimmy could see he was wearing a black suit and tie under it. His shoes made a squeaking sound as they brushed the pavement. Jimmy glanced away and brought out his pocket watch again. That was Jimmy's prized possession. He had that watch since he said goodbye to his old friend at that very diner. He stared at his watch with his eyes saying that it was the time's fault. He wondered and wondered when was his friend gonna get there he had so much to find out and so much to catch up on. Jimmy looked up an glared at the street light. The light began to get hazey and he looked away. It now started to rain. Jimmy shifted his vision from the light to the man in the over coat. The man gave him a nod and headed over to Jimmy. "Oh God," Jimmy said to himself. The man came over and stood in front of Jimmy out in the rain. "You're Jimmy Henderson, correct?" "Yes I am," Jimmy responded. "I have news about your friend, John and why he couldn't be here. He found a nice girl named Cassandra. They settled down and got engaged. The wedding was this summer and he wanted you to be his best man." "Why are you talking about him in past tense?" Jimmy asked. "Because he... eh...he is uh I'm so sorry." "He died two days ago during a robbery gone wrong. He tried to stop it. He's a damn hero. I'm so so sorry. Truly I am." The man then walked away and disappeared into the darkness of the rainy night. "God Damn it! Why why did this happen to him? What did he do? That's right, it's not your fault God it's Death's. Because Death has no friends he has to take mine! Screw you Death! Screw you and all your angels of hell. You should spend your days lonely cause you'll never have anyone in your life! You'll be a sad being that's alone! You don't get to be called a man cause no man could do this!" Jimmy screamed into the sky with the rain pouring on his face. Jimmy then took his pocket watch out of his pocket and held it in his hands. "It's not fair! I don't deserve this and neither did he! Things don't happen for a reason. That's just stupid." Jimmy took his pocket watch and hung it on the door. "That one's for you, John. That one's for you." Jimmy turned away and didn't look back. He walked away with tears in his eyes and not caring his cursed Death and his angels of hell. Jimmy wiped away his tears as he stared at the street light again, but this time the light was more hazey then before. He didnt care.