I had to run. I had to, Hillel was my friend, my brother. When i got the funeral invitation i knew i had to run. my phone buzzed it was Michael, "Hey, Anthony, look what happened to Hillel. Do you want that to happen to you?" I was shocked
"I'm fine." I snapped.
"Look, Ant, I know that I smoke weed before a concert but that's because it helps me relax" Michael said. How dare he!
"And I inject because it helps me sing!" I screamed down the phone, "Goodnight!"
I was about to say goodnight when he cut me off, Fuck! I had to see if he was okay, tomorrow I thought. I was about to nod off when a brick was thrown through my window. Wrapped around the brick was a note, it said 'Michael, I'm leaving L.A for good, i'll see you when I see you.'
I rushed to the window and screamed "Anthony, don't you fucking dare!"