Motionless

You were found in the pouring rain. You were lying there, still; absolutely motionless. Your pale skin glistened a deathly blue in the dull moonlight. I still remember you haunting, sweet voice in my static infested memory. My ears ring and my blood goes cold at the thought of you. It aches my mind to remember, it continues to show vividly; like some sick, twisted movie. A movie of pure anger, terror, and regret. I remember the phone calls. The call of yours that I had hung up on, and the call I received later that night. That earth shattering call that destroyed everything. The part that scares me the most, though, is that I can still see your colorless grey eyes, wide and afraid. The ones that always appear behind my eyelids. I am sorry that you last emotion was fear. I shouldn't have ignored your drunken plea for help.