Chapter 58 The Haunting Message (2/2)

He finally decided on a loose, low length leather jacket, a button up, blue silk shirt along with some low key, but classy style silk pants and the snake skin boots. Honestly, these weren't a good choice, but it's not like Laz had ever had a chance to wear boots like this before.

Thinking about it for a minute, Laz pulled out his phone and took a picture before sending it to Kennedy.

'Hmm? What's this?' Laz pulled out a old looking stereo on a cart. Looking it over, it definitely looked like something that was popular many years ago.

'Is that a record player?' Laz couldn't help but look at the classic style turntable and he noticed a record was still on it.

'Oh? Johnny Cash huh? My dad always was a fan.' Laz thought as he plugged it in. Laz liked more metal and less what he considered to be classic. But since it was something his dad had listened to, he didn't think much of it and wanted to listen to it as well. He didn't check the thing like the date or what not, since he didn't pay much attention to 'classics.' As far as he knew, once something was classic, it was just old. End of story.

Moving the needle into position, Laz turned the old machine on and sat back, wondering what the last thing his dad had listened to.

Listening to a somewhat mellow guitar strum, Laz almost immediately felt lost in the music.

”I hurt myself today to see if I still feel, I focus on the pain, the only thing that's real.

The needle tears a hole, the old familiar sting. Try to kill it all away but I remember everything.

What have I become, my sweetest friend? Everyone I know goes away in the end.

And you could have it all, my empire of dirt. I will let you down, I will make you hurt.”

Laz was entranced. He couldn't help himself. As the gut wrenching lyrics hit him along with the soothing and yet haunting melody of the guitar, his eyes started to water.

”I wear this crown of thorns, upon my liars chair. Full of broken thoughts, I cannot repair.

Beneath the stains of time, the feelings disappear. You are someone else, I am still right here.

What have I become, my sweetest friend? Everyone I know goes away in the end.

And you could have it all, my empire of dirt. I will let you down, I will make you hurt.

If I could start again, a million miles away, I will keep myself, I would find a way.”

As Laz sat there, he looked nothing like the demon who had beaten up three gangsters just a few days ago or the young man who had already killed someone. He was nothing more than a curled up ball of tears. He couldn't escape the thought that this was the last song his dad had listened to the last time he had been here. The song wasn't new and neither was the record, but it was newer than the rest of the stuff in the closet.

The only way he would have been able to listen to it would have been if it had been played back when he and Laz's mom had dropped him off two years ago.

'This was his last message to me. Why?”

The answer for that question wouldn't be coming any time soon.