♡ Or Will You Not? || Cody Carson {COMPLETE}

17. Between The Roses (End)

(Pls listen to the song while reading if you can k thnx)

EDIT: finally went back and fixed up some spelling mistakes and added a little more context to things.

They let me go early. I'm not sure why they bothered to even keep me. I mean, it wasn't like I was on the verge of death at any point. They just kept mumbling a bunch of shit while they thought I wasn't listening and gave me way too many pills with names that I can only dream of pronouncing correctly.

I had wanted to ask them who they meant went missing, but every time I brought it up they just brushed me off. I even tried getting ahold of the boys, but they always said it wasn't anything important. Or at least that's what their faces said.

I sighed and opened the front door to the house. It felt odd in here now. Like something was wrong. Or missing. It had the feeling of when you walk into a place you're not supposed to be at. As if a certain kind of uncertainty filled the air.

Dropping my keys on the nearby hook, I grabbed all the mail that been stacked up in a pile and sat down on the couch. We've never gotten this much mail before which was odd. Even if it was mostly just spam, we never had a big pile.

I just figured that one of the guys must've signed up for something and had it sent here instead.

The calmness was killing me, so I fished around for the remote and let the TV on the whatever channel it flipped to. It was the same thing as always. Weather, troubles with North Korea and how we're on the verge of a third World War, and to the scores of whatever games were on last night.

It seemed like that was all the world was now.

Rapidly increasing heat, something about Trump and his goons, missing people, sports and repeat.

I always wanted to believe that they just recycled the same news story and the world wasn't actually as bad as they made it out be. What an idiot I am for thinking that. I should've figured by now that we were just going farther and farther down a rabbit hole we never should know existed.

We're just puppets in a master less world, left to protect ourselves from beasts we cannot see. We see each other as the beast we're meant to protect ourselves from, while the actual Monsters sit atop their thrones and laugh at us. They're always taking pride in the chaos and madness they've created, while the rest of us kill ourselves trying to figure out what to do.

It was painful to realize that this was the world we're forced to live in. It hurt, but it was our inescapable reality.

I'd gotten through most of the mail quickly, separating it into "Junk", "Bills", and "Letters" piles. Surprisingly enough, there wasn't that much Junk mail whereas the letter pile was overflowing. What the fuck happened that caused for there to be this many letters? I mean, our address didn't get leaked that was for sure. Unless one of the boys decided to check on the P.O. box and dumped it all here, I had no idea.

The first few I opened had all said something among the same lines with some rambles thrown in to make it seem more heartfelt.

"We're sorry for your loss."

I frowned and flicked through the letters hoping to find some explanation until a small, handwritten envelope caught my attention. Small bumps rose on my skin as my heart began to thump rapidly and my hands began to shake as I went to open it.

I had completely droned out the TV by this point and nearly shit myself when I heard the breaking news sound. "We're here to interrupt your scheduled programming with what we believe is an update to a missing person's case. Police have just found a body found dumped behind dumpster at a local supermarket. They are unable to determine the exact cause of death as of now, but it looks like it may be a possible suicide. A note was found taped to their body and multiple pills and needles were found littered around the body, we are unsure if those were there already but coroners are hard at work." A blonde woman with fake pearls on her neck gave the camera a dead pan stare and shuffled the papers on the desk in front of her. "We have a live interview with what appears to be an eyewitness. Albert, we're turning this over to you."