Patrick's POV
I look down at her lifeless body over whelmed with emotions.
How could I have been so slow.
I could have saved her if only I was faster.
I could have.
Tears flood my eyes and I lean over her like I could still protect her from all the evil in the world. I take the dagger out of her chest and toss it on the ground.
"I'm sorry," I say as I take off her restraints "I'm sorry I couldn't save you."
I pull off my jacket and lay it over her naked body. I don't think I would have had the strength to move if Phil hadn't of said anything. I had completely forgot they were here.
I walk over to Phil first and untie him. As soon as his feet are free he gets up to walk over to where Alex lays.
Then I got get Pete untied. Once his ties are off he pulls me into a hug.
"It's not your fault." he says
"Yes it is." I say and get up off the ground and head back to Alex.
I see Phil holding her close to him. As if he held onto her long enough, told her he loved her enough, then she would come back. You could hear his pain, his agony in every sob.
"Does anyone have a phone?" I ask in a broken voice.
I don't know where mine was and Pete and Phil both said no.
"We have to get out of here." I say.
"W-we can't j-just leave Alex." Phil says
"I know." I say "we need to figure out how to get in contact with someone."
"Maybe she hide them somewhere? Our phones." Pete says. "You two stay here. I'm gonna go look around."
I was about to disagree, but Pete stopped me before I could say anything.
"Please Patrick, stay here with Phil. I got this." Then he turns and leaves without another word.
***
We were waiting for what seemed like forever, but was probably only thirty minutes. Phil had stopped crying somewhat. He no longer stood by Alex's side. He was sitting with his head in his hands in the chair that kept him from saving the woman he loves.
Eventually Pete came back with our phones and we called the police for help.
Pete told us that the warehouse was where she had been living for the past three years. When he found her office he saw that she had been keeping tabs on us the whole time, she was just waiting for perfect time to strike.
The police came and then everything seemed to be happening so fast.
They covered Alex with a sheet and wheeled her out. Same with Maya. Phil still hadn't moved from his place.
They asked us questions and we answered them. and then they led us out and into the back of a cop car, that drove us to the station and there we were given food and a place to rest, but none us did.
With the days that passed came the funeral arrangements for Alex and trying to cope the loss.
Dan came over to help Phil, and I'm glad he did. With Dan here I felt like he would be okay. That this would make it easier for him.
Pete helped me, and I helped Pete. He really believed it was his fault and no matter how hard I tried to convince him it wasn't he still wouldn't believe me.
Then the day came. Alex's funeral. It was a closed casket ceremony. Her family was there, her friends, me and the rest of the band and Dan and Phil.
The people who spoke said good things about her. Phil could barely talk through his, but he got out what he wanted to say and went back to sit next to Dan.
Then it was my turn to speak, but I couldn't say anything. Nothing that could match how much I missed her so instead I sat down at the piano and let my fingers float across the keys and play that slow familiar tune. I wanted to play it one last time for her, before she went six feet under. I played her our song, one last time.
I didn't sing I just let the music from the piano fill the room. My tears crashed against the keys, but I didn't stop playing.
The sun started shining through the window. It was a bright, warm, heavenly light, and I could hear it. Her soft voice in my head singing along with what I was playing.
It was the end of the song and it was the last time I ever heard her voice. The end is what I will always remember.
And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am.
