2017↠l.h

vii

the 'boss' was a complete stranger to me, but he claimed he knew me well. the day he set foot in the small dark room i was captivated, was probably the worst day of my life. he asked me irrelevant questions about a tiny black chip i was supposed to have and everytime i said that i didn't know what he was talking about, one of the men with the masks threw a punch at me or hit me with that damned piece of wood, which was full of old dry blood. i had heard my nose break after the repeated times it was punched. i was a bloody mess, literally. later on, i found out that one of my bodyguards worked for the 'boss' as well and he had to bring that chip, which contained confidential information, in china -our next station of the asian tour-, so he put it in one of my jeans. they would never suspect me.

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"the cemetery." i pronounced weakly. of course. where else could they have my memorial? alicia nodded and pushed the large heavy door open.

"come on, let's find your grave" she almost laughed at her idiotic joke, but went serious again when she saw my face. it wasn't time for jokes.

we walked through many rows of graves, each gravestone had inspiring words of the people that had passed away.

"don't be surprised when you see how many flowers decorate your grave. people come here everyday and pray for you then leave some flowers." alicia's words made my heart fall to my stomach.

"who comes here?" i asked. who would possibly consider coming to leave me flowers?

"fans mostly, but some paparazzi have caught your band mates crying over your grave a few times." i looked utterly surprised. the guys still came back for me. i had lost every hope on them still remembering me.

"i know what you're thinking. but in a few moments you're going to see all your loved ones. be happy!" she tried to cheer me, not managing much, but earning a small crooked smile from me.

one last row and there they were; i could observe them from the other end of the row. all wearing black, they where facing the ground, some of them sobbing, some of them grieving in silence on top of my empty grave.