Luke's POV
I climbed of my car when I got to town. Deciding to rather walk around and ask if people had seen my sister. Her picture was in my hand and I couldn't help but stare at it. She was smiling with her brown hair down and eyes wide. I wasn't there to share that moment with her but from mom, apparently it was on her birthday two years ago. She hasn't changed.
Screaming seemed to bring me out of this day dream, staring at my sisters picture. I looked up and there was a whole crowd of people around a car. They were calling 911 and wore complete shock on their faces. So obviously I went to go look at what happened. I pushed through, "sorry man"
"Watched it!"
"Can I get through?"
"First come first serve."
I got to the front, still not able to see this persons face as somebody who I assumed to be a paramedic tried CPR of this girl.
"That poor girl. What happened?"
I heard some one ask.
"I don't know, I swear I saw her being pulled into an alley though. Probably was raped." Another piped.
The person who was doing CPR moved, saying it was useless. But I couldn't hear anything else. "Kenzy?" I whispered. My body shook and I fell on my knees, seeing my sister, dead in front of me. "Kenzy! No!" I crawled to her and cradled her head feeling my heart break and tears pour. "Come on, wake up" I sobbed as people started taking videos and the ambulance showed up. "Wake up, Kenzy. Please. Please! No!" I screamed.
"Sir, we have to put her on the stretcher. We have to take her." A paramed played their hand on my shoulder but I just carried on cradling my dead sister even though blood was getting all over me.
"Wake up, please, wake up." I sobbed.
Somebody grabbed me and tried pulling me away but I kept crawling back, sobs escaping me until I was held back by three cops.
"Please! She's my sister! I need her to be alive! I need her, please!" But soon after I gave up, falling on the floor and grabbing my phone, calling Calum as I knew he was with Michael, still looking.
"You found her?"
I let out a sob.
"Luke, what happened?"
"She's dead." I whispered. Cutting the call.
I sat there. Staring. Nothing more to do.
Nothing more to feel .
*time skip*
"Luke. We stopped over at her place, and we found this. Your mother is in so much shock and we saw the news, we're sorry man."
"Yeah. We also found her bag pack by a tree close to Ash's place. It was left empty with broken glass and blood." Said mike.
I was now in my car by the crime seen. Just sitting there. Calum and Mike had tear stained cheeks as the entered the car, handing me a note.
I had been questioned by the cops and I told them about how I found her sobbing and reported her missing then I got here and found her.
I grabbed the note and opened it.
Luke and Mom
I know you're probably angry right now for me running off the way that I did and that, Luke, you could not stop me, but don't be. All things happen for a reason and I believe that this is my reason...
I have been thinking of doing this for a while but I always chickened out of it. Death had never been something I feared, and I still don't. It was just the way I would die. So yes, this is a death note. And by now I'm dead, you've found this and you're emotionless or even filled with tears.
Don't think that its your fault I'm dead. No, its mine. I've gotten drunk and have either sliced my arms open, crashed my car and flown though the window or run over by a car/ truck.
These feelings. I don't know. I just can't do it anymore. The flashbacks kill me now. And I know that I have no right to blame that either. Or on the fact that Ashton cheated on me with some whore. No, I blame myself. I lead myself here by my own mistakes and emotions. My stupid emotions. And my stupid soft heart.
Know that I love you both. That I will always be with you. And promise me that you will carry on with life. Promise me Luke to find a beautiful woman one day and marry her and treat her right. Promise me not to give up either. And mom, promise me you'll carry on being the best mom. Promise me that you won't drink a bottle of alcohol in this time.
And promise me that you'll always, both of you, remember me.
Love, Kenzy
A tear slipped down my cheek. She got drunk because of Ashton. He was cheating on her. She wanted to die because of him.
"Close the doors and buckle up, cause we are going to a good friend of ours"
They did as I told them. Starting the car and driving over to Ashton's place. We climbed out the car and walked to his door step. I didn't bother knocking, rather just walking in and seeing Ashton about to get it on with some old chick.
"Ashton."
I growled. He looked up and fell off the couch. A smile on his face.
"Hey guys. You find Kenzy?" He asked then got up, fixing his shirt.
The girl on the couch giggled, "you mean the one that was drunk and threw a tequila bottle in our yard?"
"She was here?" Calum asked and Ashton nodded. "Yeah, she was screaming goodbye to me."
"You're such a fucking dick, you know that?" Michael groaned and my blood boiled.
I moved forward and grabbed him by his shirt. "You dick! She was here! I could've saved her!" And with that I threw a punch and then another.
"Stop! What do you mean save her?"
Tears pricked at my eyes as I heard the whore talk.
"You could've called!" I threw another punch then backed away.
"Don't even think of showing to the funeral!" I said and walked out. Calum stayed, throwing this woman out that Ash to was with. Explaining what happened I suppose.