[ WP ] Your best friend has died , but they 're still responding to your text messages .

I lost my friend. He died a while ago. I ca n't exactly remember when. Days have always blended together, for me. I can hardly tell them apart now that Tyler is gone. 
 
 I am standing in front of his casket. The funeral just finished. In my hand, is his phone. An old beater, with a sliding keyboard. Tyler is carved crudely, on the back. He did that himself, with a screwdriver. I believe he was about, eleven at the time. He's had this thing, for a very long time. I look around, no one is paying attention to me. I lean in close to his ear. 
 
 `` Hey,'' I whisper. `` I miss you.'' My eyes start to mist. `` I brought you this.'' I hold out the phone. `` Thought you might need it, wherever you are.'' I feel the pressure, I'm about to cry. `` I charged it for you. Just in case you ca n't later, I do n't know.'' My voice is cracking. `` Well here you go.'' I slip the phone into his suit pocket, he always hated suits. I ca n't stop myself now. Tears are streaming down my face. `` You fucking asshole.'' I manage to choke out. `` Why'd you have, to leave me? Huh? Why'd you have to leave your mom? Your sister? Why did you have to go, in that way?'' He did n't answer. My nose is running now. I sniff it back. `` You fucking dumbass. We fucking miss you.'' I glance around, and spot a box of tissues. I walk away from Tyler's lifeless body. Grabbing some tissues, I wipe my face. 
 
 I've had enough, so I locate his mom, and sister. A quick hug and I leave. My crappy Honda, starts up the first try. I drive home. The apartment feels so empty. Tyler's door is slightly ajar. I did n't shut it all the way, when I grabbed his charger, yesterday. I walk in. His grotesque, heavy metal posters adorn the walls. The bed crouches under a large shelf, dedicated, to old glow sticks and pens. All neatly organized, in Marvel and DC mugs. His dresser is neatly tucked into a corner, but clothes are strewn all over the floor. 
 
 I go underneath the bed, grabbing the small black box. Opening it up, I pull out his revolver. I go to his dresser, and grab some cartridges, out of the box on top. I load the revolver, with one bullet. And give it a spin. One fifth of a chance. I put it to the side, of my head. Looking at the haggard person in the mirror. I know I should be terrified. I can feel my heart racing, but I do n't feel afraid. I pull the trigger **click**. I snap open the gun, and add two more bullets. More than half. I spin again. This time, I put it, in my mouth. **click** My heart is pounding now. I throw the gun in frustration. 
 
 I flop onto his bed. The smell of his cologne surrounds me. I start crying again. I pull out my phone. Selecting, one of the few contacts, I message Tyler. *I miss you* Somehow, I fall asleep. Waking up, hours later, it's dark outside. I pick up my phone. One new message. Opening it up my heart stops. *I miss u 2* 
 
 I am going to kill the little dipshit, that stole Tyler's phone. I grab the gun, and storm out to the car. Texting along the way. *Who the fuck is this? * I get into my car, and start driving to the funeral home. My phone dings. I glance down. *What do u mean this is Tyler* I reach the funeral home. *Fuck you* I walk up, and through the doors. It's pitch black. 
 
 I realize that I do n't have a plan. The home was obviously closed. I think the mortician forgot to lock the door. The fuckwad that stole the phone, was probably long gone. Besides it is creepy as hell in here. The only illumination comes, from the exit signs. 
 
 I had to check though. I call Tyler's number. A guitar starts shredding, in the room to my left. I end the call. Using my phone, as a flashlight. I check the empty doorway. If someone was fucking with me. they were, in that room. 
 
 I pull out the gun, and leap in. Shining my flashlight everywhere. There is no one, just Tyler laying in his casket. A small glow is coming from his suit pocket, from the missed call. Pocketing the revolver, I find a light switch. It was slightly less spooky, but only just.. I walk up to Tyler, and pull out his phone. The screen is flashing, and it says: **CALLING Roomate** My phone vibrates in my hand. I throw his phone across the room. Mine stops vibrating. 
 
 Gun out, I start screaming at him `` DO YOU THINK, THIS IS A FUCKING GAME?!'' My phone starts vibrating again, call from Tyler. `` WELL, FUCK YOU!!'' I put the gun, under my chin. Three bullets, two empty spaces. Last fire was an empty, so what were the chances that **click**. I start crying. I snap and spin again. This fucker deserved to watch me die. 
 
 I put the gun up, to my chest this time. I suddenly, hear a strange sound. It's Tyler's voice, coming from my phone on speaker. The voice is coming, in fits and starts. I realize he is crying. My body goes cold. Tyler never cried. `` Please'' I hear him say. `` Please, do n't be stupid.'' 
 
 EDIT: Removed a couple hundred commas, thanks /u/AtomGray
