The Death Of Billy Joe Cobra

----Friday night: 10:56 p.m.----

The young man walked to the giant glass sliding door on the fourth floor of his strange looking house. He slid the door open and walked onto the patio, leaning against the railing. Gazing down at the city, he dug a paper out of his pocket.
"Wish I could spend more time with the kid..." He mumbled to himself, starring at the young kid with brown hair in the photo.
Billy enjoyed the fame, the money, the girls, and everything else that came with being a pop star. But there was one thing missing. His cousin, Spencer. Billy couldn't remember the last time he saw him.
"Hope he's doin' okay..."

Billy remembered the expression on Spencer's face when he walked through the door. He wondered if any kid could look that happy just to see their cousin. He smiled at the thought, though it came down moments later.
He thought about Spenser's face when he had to leave. His eyes like waterfalls. Sobbing because Billy had to leave.

"It'll be okay, bud!" Be remembered him saying to his young cousin before leaving.
"I'll be back before you know it!" He told him, hugging him tight.

Billy whipped the tears falling down his cheeks. He gave a long sigh. Running his fingers from his eyes into his shaggy black hair.
A couple minutes later, he heard a loud bang. He ignored it, thinking it was just a book falling of the shelf in the other room.

Moments later, a strong, painful feeling was on his back. He felt weak. He turned his head, seeing a man with a hockey mask jabbing a knife in his back. Billy fell to the floor. The man went for another strike, harder and faster, and digging the knife deeper. Billy let out a yelp of pain. The man went again, then again. Billy clenched his fists, and the man stabbed him one more time in the neck.

Then, everything went black.

-Saturday morning: 10:12 a.m.-
Spencer rose out of bed like a zombie. He rolled out, and stumbled into the kitchen. He grabbed a package of pop tarts and stuck them in the toaster.
He grabbed a his breakfast and sat next to his parents in the living room.
"Morning guys..." He mumbled, half asleep.
"Good morning, dear!" His mother said, cheerfully.
His dad turned the T.V on to the news.

"Good morning people." The news caster said. "Today, famous pop star, Billy Joe Cobra's producers made a tragic discovery."
Spencer looked at the T.V.
"This morning at 6 a.m," the caster went on, "He was found dead on the floor, after what we think was murder."
The families jaws dropped. Spencer started shaking. Then breathing heavily.
"B-b-b-Billy...." He said out of deep breaths. His mother covered her mouth. His dad dropped the remote.
Spencer fell to the floor, sobbing.

---Saturday night: 8:46 p.m.---
Spencer woke up in his bed.
"Oh! It was only a nightmare..." His parents walked in the room.
"You okay, kid?" His father asked.
"Wait, was it a nightmare?" He asked his parents.
His mom looked at the floor and shook her head.
"No! No, no, no, no..." He started sobbing again. His parents hugged him tight.
"Don't worry, honey..." He'll always be here. Watching over us in the heavens, making sure we're okay..." His mom assured him.
"Get some rest, kid. We're going to his house in the morning. We already packed." His dad told him.
"Okay..." Spencer replied.
He jumped out of bed when they shut the door and looked out the window.
"Goodbye, Billy..." He said through tears.

                    The end.