Redrum

1 week later

the three of us had decided it would be good to to spend time apart seeing as to how weve become so co-dependent with each other. the first night was rough i didnt manage to fall asleep until i had talked to the boys on skype as they too were having difficulties. second night was ok. slept a bit but had nightmares the whole night. night three i just cried. all night. i want to able to go back to how i was before this. before hell had literally surfaced on earth for us. it seemed as if lucifer himself wanted to see us suffer and laughed at our misery. i got up from my couch as the door bell rang thinking it was the pizza guy and there was a note attached to the pizza box on the floor. no pizza guy. weird i didnt even pay i step out to look for the car but saw noone. taking it inside and sitting it on the island in the kitchen i open it slowly. you know in case theres a pizza bomb in it. i mean have you seen law and order svu? yeah? well im not taking a chance. i let out a breath seeing as its just a normal looking pizza but decide against eating it. im not that stupid.

i remember the note that was attached to the pizza box and grab for it to read it. theres no name on it, so slowly i open the letter and read


I'm deeply saddened for the lose of your friends. My thoughts are with you and the boys. but you must remember that everything happens for a reason,after all life is just a game.
-L (it is what it is)

as i re read the letter over and over. " it is what it is. it is what it is. it is what it is" i know this quote but cant place exactly why its stuck in my head, and why someone would say life is just a game. as i lean on the counter of the island with my hands over my face and the note still in my hand. the quote itself means nothing to me but its the only thing in the note that sticks out. i let out a breath and slide my hands down my face "its probably just some crazy fan" as i push myself off the counter i walk to the fridge to grab the bottle of wine. closing the door i suddenly cant feel my hands and loose the grasp of the bottle as it shatters on the floor splattering red wine all over me, my eyes zero in on a photo at the beach of myself and Louis and as clear as day i can see the tattoo sprawled across his chest in a fancy script..................






IT IS WHAT IT IS

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