Will’s Pov
“Sit.” I growled at Roe as I pushed her into the tiny bathroom.
She sat on the tub edge and watched the knife glint in the light from above.
“If this is what you want. . .” I paused and threw the knife at her feet.
“Then you do it.”
“Will I don’t know-“she said.
“You assumed that I wanted to kill you. Assumed this is what I wanted.”
“Will please-“
“Do it or I will kill Brendon.” I hissed and grabbed the knife from the floor. The tile leaving my knuckles cold.
I held the knife out to her.
Roe’s Pov
Kill myself for Brendon.
To save Brendon.
But what were the chances her was still alive down there.
I cringed at the thought of him dead and started crying again.
“But Will he won’t understand. He’ll blame himself if I do this. I can’t.”
“Okay then you can live and you can blame yourself for his death. Only difference between you and Brendon is that his death would really be all your fault.”
I snatched the knife from his hand.
“Good.” He smiled he backed up and leaned against the door frame.
“Now get in the tub.”
“Why?”
“Get in so I can just drain the blood later I promised to clean up the place for Brendon.”
I placed the knife on the side of the tub and leaned over and grabbed the cold.
When the tub got filled enough I slid in.
My teeth immediately started chattering and Will came close again and handed me the knife.
“Please Roe. . .”
“If this wasn’t what you wanted can you tell me what you did want?”
He sighed and sat tub side.
“No.” he whispered sadly.
“Can I write him a note?” I said starting to cry now.
“I think that would be a worse suffering.”
“How?”
“Cause. ..You know you don’t want him to know. You know you don’t like goodbyes.”
“He’s different.”
“He’s not different just like I’m not. I’ve always been horrible. You’re the one who’s different.” He snatches the knife off of the tub and takes my arm in his other hand. “ You act like he hasn’t hurt you. You remember Sam?” he asked cutting my forearm.
The sting shocks me and I gasp. I go to pull my arm back but he presses the knife deeper into my arm.
“Do you remember her?” he asks growing mad.
“Yes.” I cry.
“You remember the old times?”
“When?”
“Before you existed.”
I let my head rest on the back of the cool porcelain. What is he talking about?
The pain was burning my arm and he let it go after a few more deep cuts.
I started to feel woozy and sick watching the water turn rusted rose tinted from my blood.
Will stood up quick and went to the medicine cabinet.
Before my closing eyes I watched my skin turn porcelain itself.
And I felt nothing but a winter like breeze upon my skin.
Time started turning into segments.
After every blink of my eye the light of the room got brighter and looked like a video clip.
I watched Will’s hand stain the mirror.
Then him throw bottles to the floor.
Then he was over me.”I can get away with this. I can say the pressure of the wedding drove he mad. Ya Will. Ya.” Will spoke encouraging himself.

Then I tasted the bitterness of a familiar pill.
Then the effect of sleepiness.
He looked over me again and I looked up and over him like I was floating above us.
I looked and saw Brendon with blood leaking down unto his pale forehead.
He was glaring at Will. Luckily he couldn’t see past him to see me dying.
His arm swung up from his side and his hand waywardly clicked the gun and his finger pressed the trigger.

One last part left.

My body was numb except for a tingling feeling.
I saw bloody handprints and foot prints on the floor and on my arms.
I could hear a voice but I was blind.
I could feel him there crying.
Here I lie in a fight of wanting to live and longing to sleep once in for all.
I can’t see you.
But I can feel you’re love.
And I hate that I have to be leaving that behind.
I think I have to leave that all behind.
Luckily you’re always here Brendon.
I’m so sorry I could never do the same for you.
Brendon’s POV
Im dressed in black.
The tie Curie helped me straighten is making my neck sore.
Making me not able to breathe nor talk.
But I have no reason to speak ever again.
The coffin shines bright in front of me. With its cherry finish.
Its funny how they make something so beautiful for death.
Or maybe death makes things beautiful.
It makes things a little brighter.
All the memories. The nights.
“I’m sorry Brendon. I know you loved her to. . .so much.” Ry says.
Currie rubs his back to console him.
“She was like a sister to me. She trusted me so much I wish I could have been there when she-“ he started crying.
They began the service and I walked out into the morning air.
Not being able to sit through this goodbye.

oh my god.

im sobbing. that was so sad and beautiful.

and my god i just. Im speechless.

Thanks. working on a sequel for it.

GASP!!!!!!!!

YES!!!!!!!!!

IM SO HAPPY!!!!!!

its currie btw and my friend (billvy fangirl numero uno!) dosent like the fact hes a psycho murderer

he WAS a physco murder. Brendon shot/ killed him. . .