Star Struck

Sarcastic Spirit

Victoria POV:

She's dead.

Oh my God.

She's really gone.

How could this happen?

Wait...

Her mother- never caught-

Oh.

Oh.

I was sobbing. There were no more tears that would come out, and I was dry sobbing. There was nothing I could do now, my best friend was dead. Taken away from me. Taken away from me while I didn't even get the chance to say sorry.

It's hard to not ignore the fact, that just hours before she was murdered- I had practically ruined her soul. Knowing Madeline, she probably was very stubborn with whoever did this, and usually she would have fought back. But there was no defensive wounds.

She wanted to die.

That thought made the usually tough, sarcastic spirit... scared.

I was in my apartment, laying on the couch, holding a picture of Madeline and I. She was toned, where she had good muscles on each arm, and I bet her stomach was perfectly flat. Not that I pay any attention to that kind of stuff, but from her complexion, it was.

So, how could someone like that not have any defensive wounds? Four words: She wanted to die.

Maybe, if I didn't go to her house, dragging Jessica along with me for the ride, and if I would've just stayed in my business, then... maybe she could still be alive. She would've held out for the ambulance and police that arrived just a mere minute after her time of death.

Because of how Madeline was the Austin Klein's girlfriend, and just days after their break-up, she was murdered, the press were all over this case. I knew that New York's finest were on the case, and that still didn't reassure me.

The press would probably get the word out, which reminds me- I still haven't given the news to the boys. The press will probably releasing it out tonight, and I don't want them to figure it out like that. No doubt he already has gotten phone calls and texts from the press asking him questions.

But I knew I couldn't make that phone call alone.

Jessica was already on her way over to my apartment... we were going to plan her funeral. I'm sure Mrs. Klein would like to help too, but I haven't had the heart to tell her yet. But I will... as soon as Jessica gets here.

A few seconds later I heard a knock on the door, and then the sound of it opening. Only Jessica had a spare key... I took one from Madeline after our fight.

Her voice sounded rough and tired, "Victoria?"

"In here."

I sounded like how I was feeling. Jessica and I both knew what had happened, and we both knew that we had to tell the boys... probably one of the worst tasks of the history of mankind. We know that Austin obviously still likes Madeline... from hearing how he could barely leave through Alex and Justin's texts.

"I wish we didn't have to do this," Jessica said, looking at the phone I had in my hand. She had some tears crashing down her face, while I was emotionless.

"But we owe this to Madeline- she wouldn't want them to figure it through the press." Jessica nodded, and I dialled the number.

Austin POV:

Justin and Alex were hanging around in my house when I got the call.

"Hey Austin, how about we go to your theatre room for a movie?" Alex asked, his mouth stuffed with chips.