Remembering Sunday

I downed another swig of my beer and sighed,knowing that my mere existance was meaningless.Meaningless without, her. I pulled out my phone and searched for her number and hit the send button. "Hello?" a man answered. "Hi, um, is Kay there?" I asked. "Who the fuck is this?" the voice commanded. "This is Ronnie fucking Radke." "Ronnie.oh my god. Its Max man, something terrible happened."Max's voice strained. "What happened?" I asked, running a hand through my raven hair. "Kay tried to kill herself. She may have succeeded.i'm on my way to the hospital now." I felt hot tears well up in my eyes,"Come get me Max, please come get me." "Sure thing man.Where are you at?" I wiped a tear away from my eye,"The motel around the corner from the coffee shop." "On my way." he stated, hanging up the phone. Why would she do this? Was it because of me? I'm sorry Kay baby, I'm so, so, sorry.