𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐇|𝐆𝐄𝐍 𝐕

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫

Margaret Sawyer had found herself surrounded by death for the majority of her life, no matter how much she tried to run away from it. Her mother, Sam, and now, Luke. Margaret had always wondered what would happen if she just...died. Her mind would travel to dark and lonely places where it really shouldn't be. She had thought of what kr wound be like to have your life ripped away from you so suddenly, right when you thought that everything was going just perfect. She wondered would it would be line to stare death right in the eyes, watching as it consumed you whole and left you a lifeless husk, the bright look in your eyes being reduced to nothing.

The truth was, Margaret never got any of those answered. She asked them to herself each time a close person in her life had died, the latest person on the list being Luke. Margaret had been caught in a state of denial over the last couple of days, just simply not able to process the fact that one of her first true friends was now gone. He was the sweetest person she could ever have met (right behind Sam of course). Margaret could still remember his voice in her head, uplifting her while also playfully teasing her about her relationship with his brother. Along with that, his lead words ever spoken to her echoed in her mind, playing like a broken record.

"He's alive."

There was no in hell that Luke wasn't talking about Sam. It was the only person that Margaret knew that could even make any sort of sense. Luke telling Margaret that his brother alive opened up an entire can of worms that she was lore than ready to dig into, ever since she had saw him outside of the school killing all of those people. As twisted as that may have sounded. But now Luke was gone, and she couldn't get the answers she was desperate to find out.

How did Luke know the truth about Sam?

Why did he push Margaret away from Brink right before he died?

Why did Luke kill Brink, and did it have anything to do with Sam?

Margaret tugged at her hair, feeling her heart begin to pound in her chest at the overwhelming emotions and thoughts flowing through her mind at a rapid pace. A hand on her shoulder was what caused for her to almost blow them into pieces, her body relaxing once she realized that it was only Janet, Luke and Sam's mother. Margaret had arrived to their house in the early afternoon, deciding to help them cope with the loss of their son. She had been there for the loss of Sam, and she wound damn sure be there for the loss of Luke. In a way, they were like her home away from home.

"I didn't mean to scare you," Janet spoke, her voice low and hoarse from all of the crying that had transpired over the last couple of days. "You were just standing there, and I got worried."

"Don't be sorry," Margaret exhaled, her nerves slightly more calm now that she was no longer alone in her own thoughts. "Are you ok? Do you need anything?"

"No, honey. I'm fine. I just wish those damn paparazzi would leave us alone," Janet replied, her eyes flickering to the window which were closed shut from the blinds. Margaret clenched her jaw, stomping over to the window and glancing out. Sure enough, there were a large group of reporters, many of whom were shouting questions about Luke. Ever since his suicide, everyone had made it their mission to paint him as some sort of monster, claiming that he was some sociopath and the real hero's were Marie and Andre. That was an entire other problem that Margaret wasn't really ready to get into yet, instead focusing on the well being of Luke's family. Her father had been blowing up her phone consistently, even threatening to drive down two hours just to figure out what was going on himself. Like the Andre and Marie situation, that was the least of her problems.

Janet continued to stare out the window, a small sigh escaping from Margaret's lips before eventually leading her away and setting her down in a chair. Ted had arrived back from upstairs, carrying a box of Luke's belongings with a solemn expression over his features. Margaret wished she could say she had no idea what they were going through, because she did. She knew what it was like to loose people first hand, and it was a pain like no other.