Goodbye
last voice message before my muse dies
“Heh.” A jagged breath and a laboured chuckle. “’Course it went to voicemail. Figures.” A cough, and some shuffling.
“Sorry to disappoint. Wasn’t you that got me. Never really figured if you ever wanted to, near the end. Remember that last time-” A couple more coughs. “Ugh.”
“Guess this is it. I really did think you’d pick up. Maybe get here to have one last…” Some more shuffling.. “Huh. I don’t really know what I was expecting. Guess that’s the blood loss, huh. Funny…”
“…It’s over, Joker. I know you won’t like that, and you’re probably pissed as hell…but it’s over. Whatever this was. It’s over… It’s all over.” Some more coughs, the sound of spitting.
“You were right. When you said I’d die alone, in this city I’d die to save. I don’t regret it though, so…I guess, you were wrong. Though… I was wrong too. I didn’t see this coming. Not like this. Not like…this. Didn’t think I’d be alone, even though I told myself that…”
“Leave the kids alone. Though, I know you will. It was never really them you wanted to hurt. And, in some twisted way, it was never really…”
“Heh. It’s kind of funny. I see it now, I think. What you’ve always seen. See you on the other side, won’t I?…Heh.” The sound of the phone, clattering on concrete.
