Warning, chapter 5

"We're almost done Mike." Billie said, smiling. "Soon there will be no more problem's for us. Isn't that great hah?" "Uhm.. Yeah." I replied. "The next colour is yellow Mike." Billie said. "Yellow means trouble." I started laugh. "What's wrong?" Billie said, looking angry at me. "Billie, look.. This is just fucking stupid. You're warning Tré in colours.. I mean, how is he suppose to be warned by you giving him roses every day with different colours?" "You're right Mike." Billie said and smiled. "I think we should get over with it." he said, picking up his phone. "Uh.. Who are you calling?" I said. "Just wait and see.. Hello Tré." Billie said in the phone. "Can you come to the studio? I've got some idea's coming up you know... Okey, fine. Bye." he hung up. "What was that all about?" I asked him. Billie laughed and took a gun from the table. "No, Billie.. No.." I whispered. He still laughed. "Yellow mean's trouble," he said and looked at me in a way no one ever had looked at me before. I knew what I had to do. And I had to hurry. "Bye you sick prick," I whispered and ran out of the door.

Ten minutes later I was in the middle of nowhere: a flower shop. "Uhm.. Do you have any yellow roses here?" I asked the woman behind the desk. "Yes, over there." she said. "Thanks." I said and hand her some dollars. I took the yellow rose and ran outside. I stopped when I saw the poem, hanging in the window of the flower shop.

"I bought you a pink rose and told you I liked you.
I bought you a red rose and told you I loved you.
I bought you a yellow rose and told you it was over.
I bought you a black rose and told you I hated you.
I laid a white rose on your grave and said sorry.."