Conspiracy (Sequel to Hypocrisy)

The End

Austin's POV

I always hated wearing a tuxedo, to any occasion really. But, funerals had to be the worst. The sleeve of the over priced suit was already dampened with my tears, but who would blame me. After all, I am attending my ex boyfriends funeral.

It didn't feel right to call him an ex, because he was never an ex in my mind. For me, and ex is reassembling that it's over and done with. Alan was never done with, it was always something more. Even when he left for three years, there was still something telling me that his story wasn't over.

But, now it was.

Alan Ashby died in a car accident at 10:14 p.m. Wether or not the car accident was a form of suicide, we didn't know. For, we didn't have Alan Ashby to say so. For now, everyone is saying it's an accident. But, they don't know the full story like I do. I'll never tell them that we got into a fight. I'll never tell anyone that I let him get beaten. Lastly, I'll never tell them my plans for tonight.

"Austin?" Anouk called from beside me. The funeral was over now and it took all I had to not hit everyone that said they wished they had gotten to know him. That was a lie. It's sad that it took him dying for people to see that he's someone worth knowing.

"Yeah." I muttered, looking up at her. She was in the same condition I was in, just not as bad. All in all, she still had mascara running down her cheek and reeked of alcohol. Much like me, it must've took everything in her to show up today.

"I'm going home, would like you like to accompany me? Just so you don't have to be alone?" She asked. I shook my head. Although company did sound like a good idea, what needed to be done tonight couldn't have guest with it. No, I had to be completely alone for this to work.

Anouk nodded and left, Phil by her side. For some reason she didn't touch him though. If he got to close, she'd jump. I bet you anything that Alan knows why.

Pushing Alan to the back of my mind (unsuccessfully might I add, he never leaves my thoughts), I lifted myself out of the pew I was seated at and walked to my car. I was parked at the front of the church, right beside Alan's parents. Alan's mom was crying, but it was all too fake. As for his dad, he was genuinely sad. You could tell from his empty eyes.

I walked past them and got in my car, ready to just drive home. Normally I'd go home and rush to my alcohol supply, maybe even a blade, but tonight would be different. Tonight would be forever. Something that I couldn't take back. Something that wouldn't heal.

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The car ride home took forever. Or maybe it's just that I wanted to be home quicker. What ever it was doesn't matter now, because I'm here and now was the time to do what I thought of doing since 10:14, Saturday.

First, I reached for a piece of paper and something to write with. Choosing a pen, I pressed the tip to the paper. Soon enough, the words were flowing out of me and onto the paper. It read

For whoever finds me,

I'm sorry that it was to end like this, but what did you expect. Yeah, I probably could get over him, but I don't think I want to get over Alan. Alan's one of those guys that you want there forever. Therefore, he will be. I'll end my life now, on a good note. After all, I'll be just another set of bones to lay to rest.

Love, Austin.

Placing the note on the table, I ran to my room. Shoving my hand under my bed, I felt the cool metal come in contact with my finger tips. I wrapped my hand around it and pulled it out from under the bed.

Never would I think learning how to shoot a gun would come in handy.

I put the gun to my temple.

One breath.

I love you Alan

Two breaths

You meant the world to me

Three breaths

Bang

The last thing I saw was my brains against the walls. As for the last thing I thought, well we all know it consisted of that ginger.

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AUTHORS NOTE

WOW THATS THE END.

Okay you all probably hate me but that's okay because I love you all. If it helps, I bawled my eyes out writing this.

No, there will not be a third book. This is the end.

~Haley, the author of Hypocrisy and Conspiracy. Also, she's a terrible person.