That Girl With Pigtails

Epilogue.

Epilogue.
Skye Pro. 

“WHERE IS SHE?” I demand.

“Who?” A familiar male voice asks. Alex!

“Roni! Where is she Lex?” I exclaim.

“She when into a coma. Jack won’t be here.” Alex explains.

“All I remember is flashing lights and tire screeching, and the sound of glass breaking. Am I in a hospital?” I recall, looking around and seeing white.

“Yes. We had a car crash. Jack died in the crash. You suffered from minor head trauma. Roni broke a few ribs and fractured her skull. I had a few cuts and scrapes but nothing serious. We were in the back, you and I. Jack was driving and Roni sat in the passenger side.” He says softly.

“Oh my God. Jack is dead. Roni is in a coma. Holy shit.” I say in shock.

“She doesn’t know that he’s dead either. Do you want me to do anything for you?” Alex asks.

“Pull her plug and get me a gun.” I reply and he nods.

“We go down together or we don’t go down at all.” He sings and leaves. 

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Gabrielle’s Point of View

Alex, Jack, Roni and Skye are all dead. Remember This War and All Time Low have disbanded since their singers and lead guitarists are deceased. It’s been almost a month without them. These past three weeks have been Hell.

Today is the funeral. Alex and Skye are being buried next to one another. Their gravestones saying Alex Gaskarth and Skye Gaskarth on them even though they never married. Their caskets were closed, considering they died of a gunshot to the head inflicted by Alex. Alex killed Skye then himself at her request.

He also killed Roni. She didn’t even get to hear that Jack died. Her gravestone is next to Skye’s. It reads, Roni Barakat: She fluttered with the butterflies because she was that girl with pigtails. It even had a pentagram and anti-possession symbol scattered over her stone. Jack’s grave was next to hers. Saying Jack Barakat.

Nixon was bawling her eyes out onto Dylan. Dylan was trying to comfort her. Matt was crying into Zack, who was crying into Rian. Rian was sobbing like nobody else. A constant stream of waterworks flowed from all of our eyes.

It was a small, private ceremony. Hustlers around the world were blowing up Twitter. I lay my bouquet of tiger lilies down on Roni’s stone. Next Zack puts some daisies on Skye’s. Alex gets a beer, as does Jack.

“It’s time to leave.” I murmur to my small group of family. Yes, I said family. These five people have become my world. They stand with me on this dark day, and I stand with them. We would all die for each other. I would die for all of them.

They all nod and I smile weakly. Us girls wore our hair up in Roni’s pigtails. We made sure they buried her with her hair in them. Also we had them fill the casket with salt, just because it was in her will. Everything went surprisingly to Dylan in her will. Whereas everything in Skye’s went to Nixon. Everything in Alex’s went to Matt and Rian. Everything in Jack’s went to Zack.

We all walk to the freeway, which is only a couple yards away from the cemetery. I grab Matt’s hand. Matt grabs Zack’s hand. Zack grabs Rian’s hand. Rian grabs Dylan’s hand and she grabs Nixon’s.

Silently we all count to three before walking out in front of a bus. I am hit first and then, nothingness. I am dead. We all are dead.

The End.