Charlie Rose

fifteen

Just a warning, if you are triggered by suicide, please discontinue the story as the next few chapters will feature a few mentionings and scenes.

We were spoken to by heaps of police, each question answered very carefully except for one: Do you recognize this handwriting? They showed me the note and I answered no. We go home

*****

I go straight to bed, I fail to acknowledge Gaynor as a walk through the door but Brandie has that one covered. I don't get changed, I just take my shoes off and slip right under the covers. I lie awake, until I hear Brandie, then I pretend to sleep.

I fell asleep at about 2:00am, I remember my eyes flutter shut because I was exhausted. I rised this morning at 5:30, everyone was still asleep so I go for a run, mainly to clear my head but partly to wake up more. I quickly get changed a run. I run for hours. All that is on my mind is who it is. Who keeps hurting all these people to get to me? Whose handwriting was on that note? I have seen it before, but where? All these thoughts running through my head on repeat until I find myself back at home.

I open the door and Gaynor is awake, watching what appears to be 'Days of our lives'. Not that it surprised me, I mean, if you knew him, you'd know he is hella gay.

"Hey Charlie."
"Hey Gaynor, sleep well?"
"Kinda. I really wanted to say how extremely sorry I am. I should have never pushed you into going to the restaurant." I have no idea why he is apologising, it isn't his fault.
"Hey, is fine. I have just cleared my head and I am all good to go to work." I embrace his body, it feels extremely comforting.
"See you tonight, good luck at your show." I wave Gaynor bye.

*****

This place never surprises me, everyday I walk in to find a new awesome thing. This time being Calvin Klein there waiting for me, and he is with a very hot lady. This girl is wearing a short, tight black dress showing all her curves. Her long dark hair complements her glowing brown eyes. She is very tall, maybe 5'9.

"Hi, Charlie I'm Calvin, this is Britney." I am still staring at her, she looks like she was made by greek Gods
"Hi it's nice to meet you." I shake both there hands and take them to my dressing room. We run over the basics and then they leave. As Britney walks out I notice a gay pride flag tattoo on the back of her ankle. I grin and pick up my phone, I never saw Brandie this morning so I text her.

Sorry I didn't see you this morning, see you at my show tonight beautiful xx

*****

I enter the back doors of this venue and I am taken to hair and make up. I am greeted by Britney who is doing my hair. After like not even 5 minutes I have to talk to her.
"Nice tat." She looks at her ankle
"Oh, thanks. It hurt like a bitch to get though."
"It's super hot though."
"Yeah my ex thought so too. It's really shit because it reminds me of her."
"She is definitely missing out." Britney looks straight into my eyes, right after finishing my hair. Her eyes glisten as she keeps leaning in, I lean too. We kiss, intensively. I felt nothing though. I hear a click. We turn to find Nick with a camera. I stand immediately a rush over to him. I hold him up to a wall, my forearm up to his neck. I also notice that Britney is looking right at my ass.

"Why the fuck did you do that!?"
"Well Charlie, that is blackmail. If you don't do exactly as I ask you to do, I will send this straight to Brandie.

I have so much anger. I storm to the next room to my make up done, then I get the show over and done with. I am so pissed.

I finish the show and then go to gather my things. I look at my phone to find 37 missed calls from Gaynor. As I go to call him again, he calls me. I answer almost  delayed but not quite.

"It's Brandie, she is in hospital, she has slashed her wrists. She might not make it.