roses

Chapter 8: the funeral

Simons POV

We decided to ring the police. That is the only way that we can get rid of this murderer.

When the police arrived, the woman started screaming. She shot one of the officers. The police immediately tazered her. We were safe.

We watched as the police drove off with the woman in hand- cuffs.

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Vijays POV

Today was Ricky's funeral. I was dreading it. All of the band decided to stay at Simons for two weeks until the funeral. It was two weeks of mourning and crying. You don't realise how much you really love someone until they are gone from your life completely.

All I wanted was Ricky. All I thought about was Ricky. Ricky Wilson.

The black car came to pick us up. The paparazzi were waiting outside the door. We were all in black suits with black ties.

I had a red rose in my pocket. I felt a tear apear in my eye. I raced up the stairs. I grabbed the knife from under my bed and lay a fresh row of cuts on my wrist. I had cuts all over my arms and thighs.

I raced back downstairs.

We walked out if the house and the paps went crazy.

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Ricky was being carried down the isle. In a coffin with red roses on the top of it. I had never cried so much in my life. I felt faint.

Simon's POV

We were all so emotional. We didn't say anything when we got back home. I had never seen peanut cry before today.

Vijay was the worst. He was crying in hysterics. He couldn't stop. He couldn't eat. He couldn't sleep. He could barely breathe. We sat together in the living room.

Vijay pulled out a photo of Ricky. I hadn't seen it before. He kissed it. Then he folded it back up and put it back in his pocket. Then he looked up and stared at the dead roses on the coffee table. They were the ones that he had bought for Ricky on Valentine's day.

Peanut looked at me, then whitey. They both had pink eyes from crying so much. I bet I did as well.

Vijay couldn't live without Ricky. I was the only one that knew about the cuts on his arms and legs.