After Life

Chapter 1

Billie's POV
Dating Sara has its up's and down's...the up's we're ten times better then the down's. Today was a down. Well honestly the whole week. We've been yelling at each other non-stop...about stupid stuff. She thinks I drink too much, when really she drinks as much as I do. She's been accusing me of sleeping with fans while on tour which I wouldn't do...I don't know where she gets these things sometimes. We also fight over shit like what to get for dinner. Just constant back and forth nonsense...its bullshit. I'm starting to think we should take a break or see other people.
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Sara's POV
I'm starting to think I need a break from Billie. Everything he does has become annoying to me. As he writes lyrics he taps his pencil on the table, rhythmically. "Can you stop?!" "I'm sorry, is it interrupting your whining?" I roll my eyes and turn my attention back to the book I'm reading. "Oh, you're not gonna talk to me now? Gonna run back home to your parents?" There's a little age difference between Billie and I. I'm seventeen and he's twenty-one. My parents think he's eighteen...they don't even know that he's famous. I scoff "that's really mature." We sit in silence until Mike and Tré join us. I ask them if they want anything to eat and Billie yells at me again. "Ugh! I'm so fucking done! Why is everything I do so annoying to you?" Billie has no answer, he just points to the door and tells me to get out before he beats the shit out of me. "You wouldn't lay a hand on me." "Wanna bet?"
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Mike's POV
Billie raises his arm and I automatically grab it. "Hey, Bill." Sara chokes back tears and opens the door, before she storms out the exchange some last words. "Fuck you Billie" "Fuck you, I hope you die!" Wow, I didn't think I'd ever hear Billie say that...especially to her.
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Sara's POV
I run out of the house Crying. Ugh I CAN'T BELIVE HE SAID THAT TO ME! He wants me to die? How could he even say that? I thought he loved me. I start driving and notice a text on my phone. I know I shouldn't text while I'm driving but hey, my eyes won't be off the road that long. I pick up my phone and see a text from Billie "I didn't mean it." Then everything goes black.
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Billie's POV
After an hour I start getting really worried. "What if something happened?" "I'm sure she's fine man, let her have some space." Tré says reassuringly. I listen to him but hours go by and I try calling her. No answer. I call her parents and they say she isn't home. "Why? I thought she was with you?" "Um...she was but she stormed out and headed home." "How long ago?" "About two hours." Her mom starts crying on the other line "it never takes her that long." "Well, maybe she stopped at a store or something...just try calling her she wouldn't answer when I called." I have to rap up the conversation quickly when I notice police standing outside my house. They walk up to the door and ask me if someone took my car. "Yeah...why?" "The women driving was in an accident, we tracked the license plate back to you." "Is...is she okay?"
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Mike's POV
I hear Billie crying outside the door. When I walk out there to see what's going on,Billie's on the ground, burying his face in his hands. One of the police men is crouched down beside Billie comforting him. "What's going on?" "Sara's dead." Billie chokes out.
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Mike's POV
The police officers take off and I crouch down next to Billie. I clasp my hands together over my mouth. "Bill...I'm.." "-she thinks I hated her and now she's dead Mike." I help Billie inside and sit him down on the couch. "She knows you didn't hate her." "I hope so." He says wiping his tears. "I should probably call her parents back..." I nod and he sluggishly drags himself into the kitchen to call them. "I can't believe She's dead" Tré mumbles. "Yeah...me either."
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Billie's POV
I call her mom and let her know what happened. She said the police already stopped by and told her. "Why don't you come over? James and I want to see you." "Okay...I'll be there in a few minutes." Thank god they only live about 5 blocks away...can't exactly drive there now...
"I'm going to see Sara's parents, I'll be back." "Okay we'll wait up...you shouldn't be alone." I nod. "I'll be back." When I get to her parents house her mom, Emma, answers in tears. The first thing she does is hug me, I needed a hug. "Come on in, sweetie." I follow her to the living room where Mr. Wright is sitting. I wave "hey Mr. Wright." "Please, call me James" "um...okay, James." After the awkward hello we talk about Sara and James shows me some of her baby pictures that she was always too embarrassed to show me. "Ya'know there are so many things I didn't tell her while she was here that I would die to tell her now." "Like what?" "Like...how beautiful I thought she was, and how important to me she is..was. I just wish we could have one more second together." "We do too." I check my phone and see that it's three in the morning...damn. "I better go."
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Trés POV
Billie got home at three, I was staring to think maybe he died too. He says he wants to be alone so we give him his space. Days roll by and he still won't leave his room but tomorrow he has to...for Sara's funeral.
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Billie's POV
The funeral drags on for what seems like hours. I stand with Mike and Tré as they lower her coffin into the ground. Her parents stand across from us crying. We each drop a rose in and people say how sorry they are for my loss. I ignore most of them. When I go to say goodbye to Sara's parents their gone but James dropped his watch. I look around for them but decide to just drop it off tomorrow. After a long night of tossing and turning with no sleep, I drag my ass out of bed and drive over to their house in Mike's car. I hear the tv blasting inside as I approach the door. I knock and the sound stops, but no one comes. "Emma? James?". I Knock again still no answer so I scale the house peeking through every window. As I pass the last window I see Sara standing in the house. I can't fucking believe it what the fuck! I bang on the window "Sara!" She doesn't look so I run back toward the front door. "Let me in James! Let me in right now!" "No!" "Okay, fine." I pretend to leave for a few minutes then sneak around to the sliding door and try to pull it open. It's stuck, so that gives me away, but when I get in James yells at me to get out. "I saw sara." "What? No, no you didn't." "She's not dead is she?" "I don't know what you mean...she's not here." I try heading past him and he stops me. I push past him quickly and run down the hall into Sara's room where I find Emma shoving a living, breathing Sara into her closet. "What...the....fuck." James stands in the doorway out of breath from chasing me down the hall. "Wow, James look who I found! It's Sara and she's alive." She has a few stitches on her head from the car crash but...she's alive. I look at James, then at Emma. "What is going on?!" Sara raps her arms around my neck calmly "Why are you acting so weird?" Is she serious?