Perfect Weapon

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  • Published: 6 Feb 2014
  • Updated: 27 Feb 2014
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Alex's life falls apart. She goes on tour with her cousin and his band. Then she falls in love. Life isn't easy but with someone to go through it with, its easier to get through alive.


43. Chapter 43

Andy's P.O.V
I heard about Bill and Tom's death on the news.
"This is the exact location where just hours ago, Bill and Tom Kaulitz of Tokio Hotel, jumped to their deaths. The reason why they jumped is still unknown...." The blonde reporter hardly seemed to care about their deaths at all. She was probably just happy to be getting a big story. Something important. Noticable.
When it all sunk in, my glass (filled to the brim with water) slipped out if my hand and shattered on the floor. I stared at it, not able to process the shiny ragged pieces interspersed across the tiled floor.
I put my hand to my temple and rubbed.
"Oh Bill...." I whispered.
Poor guy. Probably felt guilty. Maybe he wasn't able to deal with losing her.

'But why did Tom jump?' I thought.
Maybe he knew Bill was going to do it... why didn't he try to stop him?
Whatever the answer, they were both dead. Where did we go wrong? What could I have done to stop any of this from ever happening?
Stopped Alex from going to the concert the night she met Bill?
Let her go?
Never have met her in the first place?
At the last answer to the solution we could never have, I put my head in my hands. Maybe Alex was a case no one could solve. Maybe she was long gone before I even met her....
My hands dropped away from my face and to my sides. Slowly, I walked to the closet and pulled out the broom and dustpan to clean up the broken glass.
As I was squatting and pressing the pan to the floor, I heard a knock at the door.
I sighed and stood away from the glass. I pulled open the door and Ashley rushed in.
"I had a dream about her. She was bloody and screaming at me." Ashley hadn't taken her death well. I think he felt guilty at how he had treated her before she...died.
So much guilt.
We all felt it. It was picking us off, one by one.
"It was just a dream, Ash." I said patiently.
"No. It was
her. She was telling me something." His eyes were wide and red. Crazy eyes.
"She was screaming: 'why didn't you save me Ashley?
It's your fault. You could have helped me.' She kept saying that we had to be punished. Bill and Tom already got theirs. It's our turn Andy." His eyes seemed to focus for a moment. Like he finally figured out a hard problem he hadn't been able to solve.
"What are you talking about Ashley?"
"It's our turn. We have to be punished." He focused on the wall behind me and reached into his coat pocket.
"Ash?" I said unsure and a little afraid.
"It's our turn." He said again.
My throat went dry when I saw the handgun he pulled out of his pocket.
"I'm trying to help you Andy. This is our Judgement Day."
"Ashley stop. Don't do this." I said backing away from him and holding my hands up defensively.
He raised the gun and pointed it at my face. "We have to be punished."
Then he pulled the trigger.
I was outside of my body, looking at the gruesome scene.
My body was on the floor; eyes opened wide with panic, blood pouring out of the hole in my forehead. I was vaguely aware of Ashley's crying. It was soft, barely audible. "I'm sorry Andy. I had to. She told me I did. Alex told me." He raised the gun to his own head, finger over the trigger.


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