ROCKSTAR NERY

CHAPTER 6

The night was thick with a sense of foreboding as Jessie sat in his car, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. The engine purred softly, but his mind was a tempest. He had ignored Azazel’s warning, the shadowy figure’s ominous words echoing in his mind. But he couldn’t abandon Nery now. He was on his way to pick him up, to get him the help he so desperately needed.

As Jessie drove through the quiet streets, his phone buzzed with a message from Nery, a simple text: “Thanks, man. I need this.” A small smile touched Jessie’s lips, but the relief was short-lived.

As he approached an intersection, a cold chill filled the car. Jessie glanced in the rearview mirror and saw Azazel’s reflection, his eyes gleaming with an unsettling promise.

“Jessie, you should have listened,” Azazel whispered, his voice a chilling caress.

Jessie’s heart raced, his grip tightening on the wheel. “I won’t let you win,” he muttered under his breath.

But before he could react, the car swerved violently. The road seemed to blur as Azazel’s figure appeared in front of him, a sinister smile on his face. Jessie’s instincts screamed at him to brake, but it was too late. The car spun out of control, the world turning into a chaotic whirlwind of metal and glass.

In his final moments, Jessie’s eyes locked with Azazel’s, the darkness in them reflecting his own fear and defiance. “I’m sorry, Nery,” he whispered, the car finally coming to a stop, with that Jessie was dead because of Azazel’s interference.

Nery was at home, his mind still swirling with the thoughts of the upcoming therapy session. The room was dimly lit, and he was scrolling through his phone, trying to distract himself. Suddenly, his phone rang, an unfamiliar number flashing on the screen.

With a frown, he answered, “Hello?”

“Is this Nery?” a calm but serious voice asked on the other end.

“Yes, this is Nery. Who’s this?”

“I’m calling from the emergency services. We have some unfortunate news. There was an accident involving your friend Jessie. We found your contact in his phone; he was the last person he messaged.”

Nery’s heart sank. “What happened? Is he okay?”

“I’m sorry to inform you, but Jessie didn’t make it. He passed away at the scene.”

The phone slipped from Nery’s hand, his world spinning. He staggered to his feet, struggling to process the words. “No, this can’t be true,” he whispered.

“I’m truly sorry for your loss. If you need any assistance, please let us know.” The line went dead.

Nery collapsed onto the couch, the grief washing over him in waves. His mind replayed every moment with Jessie, the promises they made, and the future they had planned. Azazel’s warning now echoed in his mind, leaving a bitter sting of regret and sorrow.

Nery's phone rang late at night, the caller ID flashing an unfamiliar number. He hesitated before answering, and when he did, the voice on the other end was shaky and filled with distress.

“Hello, is this Nery?” the voice asked.

“Yes, this is Nery. Who is this?” he replied, sensing something was wrong.

“It’s Vicky’s mother… I… I don’t know how to say this, but Vicky is very sick. She’s been ill for a while, and the doctors… they don’t think she has much time left. She asked for you, Nery. Please, you need to come.”

Nery's heart sank. He packed his bags in a daze and flew to where Vicky was, every moment feeling heavier than the last.

When he arrived, he was ushered into a dimly lit room, and there she was, pale and frail, surrounded by her family. Her eyes opened slightly as she saw him.

“Nery… you came,” she whispered, her voice weak.

He took her hand, tears welling in his eyes. “Of course I came, my love… I’m here for you.”

She tried to smile, but it quickly faded. “You don’t understand, Nery… ever since I left… I’ve been haunted. There’s a figure… in my dreams… it told me you were the cause of everything… I hate you… I hate you for this…”

Nery was stunned, his heart breaking. “Vicky, I never meant for any of this to happen… I’m so sorry my love.”

She shook her head weakly. “It’s too late… I’m sorry… but I had to say it… it’s all because of you Nery, I hope you die a miserable death.”

With those final words, her eyes closed, and she took her last breath. Nery was left standing there, overwhelmed with guilt and sorrow, knowing that his actions had led to this tragic end.

As the room fell silent, Nery sank to his knees beside Vicky’s bedside, his heart shattered into pieces. “I’m so sorry, Vicky,” he whispered, his voice cracking with grief. “I never wanted this… I never wanted to hurt you…”

Her family stood around, their faces a mix of sorrow and anger, and he turned to them, his eyes pleading for forgiveness. “I’m so sorry… I never meant for any of this to happen,” he said before leaving the room, his sobs echoing in the hallway.

He boarded the flight back home, staring blankly out the window, the guilt and grief weighing heavily on him. When he finally reached his house, he stumbled into the bathroom and looked at his reflection in the mirror, eyes red and swollen.

Suddenly, the air grew icy, and Azazel's face appeared in the mirror, a sinister smile playing on his lips. “You wanted everything, didn’t you, Nery?” he hissed. “But you lost everything too, your mom, your best friend and now the love of your life… I hope you're happy. The next person I’m coming for is you.”

Nery's knees buckled, and he sank to the floor, tears streaming down his face, the weight of his actions crushing him completely.

Nery sat in the dimly lit room, surrounded by the remnants of his former life—luxuries that now felt like chains. He looked around, feeling the emptiness seep into his soul. The wealth, the fame, it all meant nothing without the people he loved. He had lost his mother, his best friend Jesse, and the love of his life, Vicky. The silence was deafening, and the darkness seemed to close in on him.

Azazel's voice echoed in his mind, a cruel whisper that urged him on. Nery took a deep breath, tears streaming down his face, and reached for the bottle of pills and alcohol that lay before him. The weight of his decisions crushed him, and he whispered to himself, “If I knew… I wouldn’t have done any of this. The price of fame… it’s never the same…”

With those final words, his body gave in to the darkness, and the room fell silent. The weight of his regrets hung in the air, a haunting reminder of the cost of his choices.

Azazel saying the work is done, now onto the next superstar.

In the end, Nery's journey serves as a powerful reminder that no matter how tempting the allure of fame and fortune might be, the cost can be too great if it means sacrificing one's soul. Nery's tragic end is a heartfelt lesson that no matter the struggles, there's always hope, and there's always a reason to hold on. It's a reminder to cherish the people around us and never let darkness consume us. Even in our lowest moments, there's always a glimmer of light. So, never sell your soul, and always hold on to hope.