"A boy died...?" I whisper, completely shocked from the story Harmonie just told me. How could something like this happen? Something so wrong, so cruel?
Tears leaked from her eyes as she spoke, explaining the sad tale of a young boy just trying to find himself. A young boy who was found shot in the chest, dead on the floor of his own bedroom.
Police investigated the home of the boy. They interrogated the only other people in the house, Harmonie, the boys sister, and his mother. All three had alibis, none of them home at the time of the killing.
No one had been convicted, the murderer never found. The young boy was buried, only the victim knowing his true killer.
"They all thought it was a suicide at first..." Harmonie explains, pained expression masking her face. "I was just trying to help...that's all I ever wanted to do...." She cries, curling up in a ball on my bed, leaning her head on my lap.
"This wasn't your fault, Harmonie...you helped that boy realize who he truly was. You helped him comprehend all the different things that he was feeling. He was lost and confused before you showed up there." I try to explain to her, the beautiful blonde girl sitting up to look at me face to face.
Tears stream down her face, facial features so similar to Niall's, I can't help but embrace my friend in a hug. Harmonie cries for a while longer, using me as support as she cried out her sadness for the loss of the young boy.
"Where did you say the boy lived?" I ask her, images of the five boys popping up in my mind. Harmonie pulls away from me, running a hand through her thick blonde hair, sighing deeply.
"Kansas. He lived in Kansas..." The young Irish girl explains, sadness and guilt deepening the shade of blue in her eyes. My eyes widen as I realize how everything is fitting together the way it is.
"...Wichita, Kansas?" I question, my eyebrows raising. Harmonie nods her head yes, confusion written all over her face.
"You're never going to believe this..." I whisper, a small smile appearing on my face. Out of the sadness of the situation, happiness has appeared.
"What are you talking about, Wen?" The blonde girl questions, her fair brows furrowing.
"The boys...they were here. They went to Kansas afterwards, looking for you." I state, watching the expression on Harmonie's face changes from confusion to shock. My smile turns smug, the fact that I have surprised her making me extremely cocky at the moment.
"The boys..."Harmonie mumbles, fixating her gaze on the floor as she places herself on the edge of the bed.
"The boys...Harry, Louis, Zayn, Niall-" I start, not even able to continue as Harmonie's Irish accented voice finishes for me.
"Liam..." Harmonie whispers, her wide blue eyes meeting mine, a grin appearing on her delicate face."He's coming to find me..."
So this is it. This is the end. This is how my life of seventeen years will end. My own mother is going to kill me.
I stand there being pressed up against the wall, begging for my life, tears pouring from my blue eyes. This all doesn't seem to make a difference, the evil expression of pure madness on my mothers face never changing.
"Mama please...stop" I plead, hoping that the mother I used to know would appear and end all of this. My prayers are not answered.
Gliding the tip of the loaded gun along my face, she grins a jokers grin, my pleading not even bothering her. I cringe away, a terror filled shudder running through my body.
"And if I don't...?" My mother jokes, causing sobs to escape my chest as she presses the gun harder to my temple. She gives out a throaty laugh, pulling back the top latch with a click, setting the pistol up for lethal actions.
Taking in shallow breathes, I continue to beg for my life, knowing that it's failing. I stand there, helplessly under the power of my deranged mother, pending my oncoming death.
Meeting my mothers crystalline blue eyes, so much like my own, I realize that she is no longer here with me, but lost in her own thoughts. I dare not move, fearing the readied gun that is still pressed to my head.
Moments later, my mother's eyes refocus, shakily taking in what she has been doing to me, her own daughter.
"Oh my God..." She whispers, her grip on the pistol beginning to shake. "I killed Todd..."
My jaw drops, a stomach churning feeling appearing in my body. My mother...she killed my baby brother?
The woman who used to love me, who used to be my favorite person in the whole world, begins to hyperventilate. Yet, during all of this, she still manages to pin the gun to my throbbing skull.
"What the hell is going on?!" A deep, raspy voice exclaims as the front door busts open. This causes both mine and my mother's gazes to jump towards the commotion.
A furious looking Harry stands at the front door, a frightened looking Louis clinging onto the curly haired boy's arm. Zayn's eyes are glued to the pistol that is still pressed violently to my head, his jaw dropped practically to the floor.
I stare at the three boys, begging them with my eyes to help me. My mother stumbles over words, tears leaking from her eyes. She is unable to explain anything, her drunken stupor turning into downright insanity.
All at once everything behind my mothers plan to kill me, unravels, the evil look in her eyes long gone. She drops down to her knees, pulling the gun away from me as she does so.
I quickly sprint over to the boys, enfolding myself into Louis arms, him pulling himself away from Harry to bring me to his waiting body. I sob into his chest, thanking God that these boys showed up.
My mother, Glinda, sobs as well, standing on all fours on the floor.The four of us stand there at the doorway watching her as she falls apart, her shaky hands never dropping the pistol.
"She killed my brother...she killed Todd..." I mumble into Louis' chest, his arms holding me tighter as my legs begin to go limp. I can hear the Doncaster boy gasp, the movement of his body suggesting that he turned to face Zayn, whispering for him to do something.
My mother begins to lose it completely, screaming out loud, her once kind blue eyes now crazed. I cry harder into Lou's chest, hating what my mother has become.
I can hear Zayn's deep voice on the phone, calling 911, explaining where we are and the the situation we are in. Louis holds me, whispering nonsense words to me, attempting to soothe me.
"Glinda...Glinda wait..." Harry warns, the tone of his voice causing me to glance up at him, then at my mother. She sits there, no longer screaming, but staring intently at the gun, it slowly making it's way to her head.
"Mama..." I whisper, totally putting aside the hell that she just put me through. No matter what, I never want anyone to feel the need to kill themselves, let alone my own mother.
"I killed Todd...I killed my son..." She mumbles, her eyes darting from place to place. She makes eye contact with me.
"I'm sorry, Emalee..." She whispers, pulling the trigger on the gun that rests under her chin, ending her life right in front of me.