{Michael}
I stared absently at the TV, it was playing on some random channel.
No one was paid any attention to it. Besides it was in Spanish, so even if I tried to actually watch it, I wouldn’t understand shit they were saying.
From what I could tell, it was a soap opera.
It was one of those tacky, fake, filled with bullshit, overrated love soap operas.
The plots that created some fucked up reason that kept the two main characters from being together, or whatever, but in the end they still end up together. Living happily ever after.
So frankly, I was quite glad that I couldn’t understand it. If I could, it would have added damage to my already shitty mood.
The lads and I sat on the same couch. The couch that occupied the lounge in our tour bus. I could tell by their facial expressions that they were all deep in thought.
Sam had demanded that we came to the tour bus and that we stayed here until he said otherwise.
CSI detectives and special law enforcements arrived two hours after the freakish events that took place. Freakish events that involved the sick fuck who, first, tried to, and sort of did, eat one of our fans. And if that wasn’t bad enough, it got worse when the revolting bastard attack and tried to eat Ashton.
It was a big mess when the Crime Scene Investigators got to work. They tapped up the yellow ‘CRIME SCENE DO NOT PASS’ tape all around the arena. Specifically in areas that had blood stains.
They foraged for any clues/evidence they could find. Searching the place high and low, not leaving a single spot uninvestigated.
They took a shit load of pictures. Pictures of the parched blood that decorated the solid, concrete floor beneath our feet. Pictures of the rotting flesh that lay on the ground that once belonged to the girl with pink hair. Some pieces were small, others were massive, well too massive to have ripped out of your body. They took pictures of random shit, well in my opinion they took a lot of worthless pictures, but what do I know? I bet that those pictures were probably useful to them. I mean, I hope they’re useful.
The special law enforcements interrogated us all, one by one.
It was a good thing they spoke perfect English.
I have no idea what they asked the others but, they asked me a shit ton of questions.
Did I have any relations with the victim? Do I know the reason of why the man attacked the girl? Do I have any suspicions of why the man did what he did? Did I get assaulted? What exactly did I witness?
They wanted to know every single thing, every single detail, no matter how big or small. No matter how significant or insignificant it was.
They wanted to know it all.
And, of course, I told them all I knew. I told them all I saw. I answered all of their questions as honestly as I could. I thought deep and hard. Remembering all the things I underwent today.
I, being the last one of the band to get interrogated, walked out of the small interrogation room they had set up to be greeted by Luke, Cal, Ash, and Sam.
We huddled in a circle. “Go to the tour bus and stay there until I say so, or until I go get you. Do you understand boys? You are to stay put until I say otherwise.” The tone of his voice was commanding, almost challenging in way. He made it clear that this was an order we had to follow through with.
So here we were. Sitting around in an uncomfortable silence, an awkward vibe surrounding us.
None of us knowing what to say or do.
