Not Our Faults

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
It is remarkable how some people are unable to take the blame for anything and can go on living with a clear conscience after being responsible for anything--even murder.

Submitted: December 13, 2009

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Not Our Faults
"I didn't really think he'd do it."
"No neither did I." His roommate replied while opening their small mini-fridge to get another beer.
"Hey Dan, how many more we got in there?"
"There's about fifteen left," he answered. "Yeah, we still got exactly half of what we bought."
"Well at least maybe we'll have some left over tomorrow with just the two of us drinking now," Brian said as he lifted the metallic silver can high in the air and took a long gulp.
"Yeah that's true," Dan sullenly echoed.
Dan opened his new beer. There was a loud piercing crack as the aluminum split, a pop as the air gushed out, and a final climactic fizzing sound as some beer escaped out onto the lip of the can.
Then there was silence as both young men sat motionless in thought. Dan sat on his bed, with his back leaning up against the wall, staring off into the distance in-between short sips of beer. Brian sat cross-legged, Indian style, on the floor slowly rocking back and forth with his head bent down at the neck.
Brian broke the silence and said, "We'd dared him to do crazy things before, but this I never thought he'd do."
Dan got up, stretched, paced around a little and then sat back down. "Well, I'm not really that surprised. I mean come on the guy had said he always wanted to do it."
"That's true," a long sip of beer, "but a lot of depressed people say they want to-"
"I mean it's not like it's our fault," Dan interrupted, "everybody didn't call the guy Crazy Mark for nothing."
 They both chuckled a little and took drinks of beer as if they were congratulating themselves on a job well done.
"I guess it will be a little more boring living in the dorm now, huh?"
"I guess so."
Then they both sat quietly again, almost like they were passively meditating on what had happened. They thought about all the things that "Crazy" Mark had done to earn that nickname and give them each a few laughs at his own expense. They thought about all the things they had encouraged him to do for their amusement.
There had been ice cold swims in the middle of winter. There had been dares to drink air-freshener, bleach, and a myriad number of other toxic substances. There had been rides atop the roofs of moving cars, and even encouragement for him to light parts of his own body on fire just so that they could get a laugh. "Crazy" Mark had never disappointed and it had seemed like he had done each one willingly, even gladly.
Now Brian and Dan sat there silently sipping beers with sardonic smirks on their faces remembering all the times they had gotten a laugh from him.
"Well this wasn't our fault," Brian said while getting up to get another beer.
"Nope, not our fault. I mean we even called the ambulance. We didn't know he was really going to do it," Dan said.
"And it isn't our fault that the ambulance didn't get here in time. If it did he might have had a chance."
"Yeah, definitely, and it's not our fault that he was that crazy," interrupted Dan.
"True, it's not our fault."
"Hey Brian, grab me another beer while you're up, will ya?"
"Yeah sure thing man," Brian got the beer, but then stopped and turned, "Hey?"
"What?"
"You know I was just thinking. You know I wonder what they're gonna tell his mom and dad about this."
"Beats me," Dan said as he took a sip of beer, "but they don't know we had anything to do with it so I'm not worried."
 
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