"Jimmy!" She screams, calling out through the empty, dark house. She felt something pounding in her throat - her heart maybe? No, it couldn't be her heart. She was dead.

"Jimmy!" She screams again. There is still not answer. Her feet, silent as they hit the carpet, hurry her to each room. The kitchen is empty, but she sees the empty bottle of whiskey. The living room is empty, too, other than the droning television that was left on the news. Late night commercials yell out for poor souls to buy their things.

It's the dead of night. She's almost afraid to look through the rest of the house.

The stairs make a thud as she runs up them, taking two at a time.

There's no light in the dark, empty home. Death has made its presence known by this. She can feel the cold goosebumps on her skin as she draws closer and closer to the bedroom. Are those tears that burn down her cheeks in columns of wetness? She can't see, suddenly.

And then his bedroom is right before her. The door isn't closed, just barely cracked for anyone to peak in.

"Jimmy?" she chokes, before pushing through the door.

He's laying on the bed, on his back, staring up at the ceiling. One hand rests on his bare stomach. In his other hand, hanging off the side of the bed, is a bottle of pills. His black hair is messy, no longer held up by the usual gel and products. Sitting in the corner, wearing an iron-pressed black suit is Death. He watches the scene with blank, black eyes.

"Oh my god, Jimmy!" She screams, running over to the bed to shake him. Her hands go right his body.

She sobs as she keeps trying to reach for him.

"No! No! Bring him back! Bring him back, you bastard!"

She turns to Death, her green eyes aflame with rage as she lunges herself at the figure. With her hands out to grip at his neck, she suddenly stops moving.

"Addy..."

She's back at his side in a second, but it's not his body that speaks. She stares up at the ghostly figure standing at the side of his bed. He looks down, staring at the dead, cold form that had been him.

"Jimmy!" she wraps her arms around him, finally able to touch him. She tries her best to hold back her own emotions, but the lights flicker slightly as she sobs against his chest. "I'm so sorry, Jimmy. I tried. I tried so hard."

"Addy..."

She looks up at him, and sees the life gone from those once bright blue eyes. There's rings under his eyes, and slowly, his transparent form begins to fade into nothing. It's gradual. She grips him tighter, but suddenly, there's nothing left for her to hold. His haunting voice makes her scream again.

"...where did I fuck up?"