When a world famous rockstar dies mysteriously, two boys must find out the truth of what actually happened or else the truth will be lost forever
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"He tried to commit suicide."
All of the blood rushed from my face. My knees wobbled and I felt like I was going to collapse. The universe hated me. It absolutely hated me.
I stared at Jeff with my mouth agape until I finally closed it and stared down at the pavement below me. I felt my eyes flutter closed and my mind went blank. The next time I opened my eyes, Jeff was holding me upright and I was having trouble standing. His next words made my heart clench.
"He's been asking for you."
I lifted my head to make eye contact with him. "Take me to him."
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Seeing Harry laying in that hospital bed brought back terrible childhood memories. His face was a ghostly white and his skin was cold. That wasn't what worried me the most. What worried me the most was the thick white bandages wrapped around his forearms.
"He'll be okay, Louis. It's just going to take time."
Time. That's what the doctors told my mother right before my father passed away.
I shook my head and bit my lip. Why did this have to be so fucking hard?
I approached his bedside slowly and saw his hand twitch a bit. He was awake.
His eyes slowly opened and he blinked a bit, eyes squinting from the lights. When he saw me, a smile graced his lips. "Lou..."
I held back a choked sob. "How could you do this to yourself, Harry? How could you leave me?"
"I didn't-"
"You almost did." I interrupted, biting down hard on my tongue until I tasted something metallic. "You almost did..."
Harry fiddled with the IV that was in his wrist, avoiding eye contact. His voice was barely above a whisper but I managed to catch it. "It wasn't me..."
That's when I realized I forgot to ask a question I should have a long time ago. My voice was quiet even though we were the only ones in the room. "Harry, are you on medication?"
He knew what I was talking about. He kept his eyes down. "Jeff wouldn't prescribe any to me because the side effects would make me act worse than I already do."
I sat down on the edge of the bed and took his hands in mind, my thumbs running back and forth on the backs of them. "Oh, Harry..."
Jeff had left the room almost immediately after I arrived so I couldn't beat him to a bloody pulp, as much as I wanted to. I tried to settle my nerves by continuing to trace Harry's skin with my fingertips. He looked at me with sad eyes and a frown on his pretty pink lips.
