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Phone calls in the early morning before you wake up or phone calls in the late night after you fall asleep have always give me the chill. It happens rarely tat it will bring the good news. Very rare. 

It happened again this time, I woke up by the early morning 7.40’s call from Caz, a very close friend of mine.

“ I know I shouldn't call you this early, but you know Ryan” says her,

“ Who?” I responded with confusion

“Bryan Johnston!”

“oh yah.” I was thinking, of course I know him. What about him. He should be working hard in George’s town over the State.

“ He is dead!” Caz delivery the shocking news over a shivering tone

“ What?” I shouted out.

“ He ‘s murdered. He was murdered this weekend in Jamaica while he was on his holiday.” She continued, “ It was on the paper, It was in the Herald Sun.”

“Oh My God, Oh My God!” I was stunned, totally shocked.

“Go get the paper, it was on the 2^nd page. I know you two were really close, and you liked him lot. I thought I should let you know as soon as I can.”

………….

I remember I walked back to the bedroom, Gamy was still half asleep. There was no tears at all.

“Bryan is dead.” I just told him in a very dead tone.

“ What?”, He was confused.

I told him tat was Caz on the phone, she just told me the horrible news.

“ I need to go to get the paper.”

“ Turn on the computer, you can find the news online.” Gamy hinted.

…………

I turned on the computer, found the news on Herald Suns’ web. Browsed through, there was his name, his age, his detail, everything matched up. It was like a dream. I started to shiver, the reality hits me. I went back to bed, huddled up, broke down. I was crying a bit then stopped, soon later started to cry again, forth and back several times. In a way, I still thought it was just a dream, it’s just another “seems too real” nightmare. My mind seems to be switched from the dream and the reality. When I was not crying, my mind was just blank. I kept on staring at something for minutes, have no clue what is actually going through in my head. Gamy was comforting me for the whole time. I barely felt anything.

I don't know how long I was crying for. As soon as I gained back some energy, I went straight back to my computer, opened my hotmail, started to reply to the last email Bryan send me. Though all the details seemed add up, I still hoping that would be someone else. I m still hoping tat in a few days later, I would get mail from him says it was all wrong, they identify the wrong person.

My little hope was totally destroyed till I browsed another article about this incident on the other newspaper’s web. There was his picture right in the middle of the page. How can I miss it? The reality hits me again. I have nowhere to escape. His face and voice kept on flashing through my head. I kept on thinking the last time we caught up. That was just the day before he took off to the State. I was really happy tat he took out his very precious time to meet up with me, let me say bye to him. He wasn't even packed by the time. I seriously cannot believe that would be the last time I see him, the last time for the chat, the very last time for the warm hug, the very last time for the kiss goodbye. That was it!  

By time I browsed all the newspaper web site, I was just speechless. Lost for word. From those articles, I have known that he was murdered and definitely been struggled. The word “ BLOODIED BODY” was just keep on knocking in my head. I kept on imaging tat he was trying to fight his way through, then those bastard knock him down with table lamp and stabbed him. Not just once but several times on the head, neck and chests. It is like movie frames went on and on. I just felt so empty, and so blank. Heavy on the chest, with shortened breath. Gamy tried to get me to eat, the food was tasteless. He tried to put on some TV program to distract me. I just cannot take anything in.  

Till now it has been almost 6 hours. I think I am still in shock. I am still thinking whether this is real. I cannot allow myself to believe that this is all happened. Bryan is a very very good friend. Though I have known him for just over a year, we have been clicked straight away since the very beginning. I loved the time he made fun of my poor spelling for people’s name, loved the time we cracked the silliest joke, loved the time we hang out, loved the time we got so drunk, loved every single minutes of it. Oh god, I am gonna miss him sooooooooooooo much.

Life is so short! You would never expect what’s gonna happen to you next. I still hope to hear from Bryan later, even though it seems impossible. I will be miss him forever.  

Hope all his families and the girlfriend Jess coping well with this.

Let all my friends know tat I love them for being my friends. 

To the memorial of my dearest friend Bryan Johnston…….

May he rest in peace!

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