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|𝟏𝟗| "𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐛𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫"

one year prior...

𝐒𝐎𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 and soiling everything around them, Monet desperately held her hands to David's slashed neck for dear life, literally. "Hey, you're not going to die on me, bruv, stop!" Monet began to sob.

She found him laying in a pool of his own blood in the training room. He was on his own, so she didn't know how this could've happened, and he wouldn't have done it to himself.

Her eyes blurred with her tears, as she stared down at him in sorrow. He stared back, barely able to speak past his blood. Monet didn't know what to do. She didn't want him to die, but she didn't want to leave to get help for him to bleed out before she could prevent it.

She looked out of the open door to see if anyone was walking by. She spotted Westley.

She gasped, "Westl—Westley, help me please! Dave, Dave, stay with me, yeah?! Listen to my voice, baby, stay with me." He noticed the blood and dashed into the training room.

As soon as David saw Westley, his eyes widened, he began hyperventilating in fear, muttering inaudible words. Monet furrowed her brows suspiciously. Her eyes washed over her brother completely. Then she noticed the blood spots on his sweatpants, they looked slightly dried, but fresh.

"What happened, Monet?" Westley asked frantically. Monet seemed lost. She stared at him quizzically. "Monet!"

"His throat's been slit." she said as she looked down at David again, he seemed to be unconscious. "Help him, please." Monet cried. Westley knelt down and placed a hand on his chest, his heart had stopped.

"I can't." he answered flatly. Monet froze in disbelief.

David was gone. Westley wasn't fazed.

The tears wouldn't stop falling, as she watched his peacefully painful death. As he began to rise again, Monet retreated, sobbing loudly, crawling backwards in terror. Westley pulled his already-blooded knife and stabbed him as he growled. He fell finally.

Westley raised his eyes to his little sister, heartbroken and in utter fear. "Mo," he called softly. He crawled to her and pulled her into his arms. "it's over now, yeah? Don't worry."

She shuddered in his arms. His comforting words left nothing but fear in her blood, fear of what he was truly capable of. 

•

Monet wished she knew what to say to Sasha. She understood what it meant to lose someone you were sure you were going to be with forever—Monet strongly believed that about David. Sasha fiddled with the ring box, as the engagement band twinkled on her finger. Noah convinced Zara to be the one to return the ring; and she had finally found the strength to finally give it to its rightful owner, wishing she could have been celebrating with her.

The group of friends were meeting at their usual drinking spot on the roof of an abandoned building, in honour of Murphy. It had been a long month of inactivity and everyone just wanted to get drunk and forget about it all, especially Sasha.

West took a break with Mack, who was staring into the darkness at the entrance of the building, sipping his beer. West also gulped from his cold bottle, as they stood in silence, watching the full moon in the sky.