The Time Capsule (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 22

Harry's POV
18 Years Old

    "Run through it for me just one more time." RJ says.

   "RJ, I've told you the same shit 3 times now. The story isn't going to fucking change." Baker snaps, finally having enough. I was surprised he held out this long.

   "I just don't understand. None of it makes any fucking sense. Edge has always been the nicest most quiet one out of all of us. He hated fighting or when we all got into fights. But one day he just decides to take two guns to school and shoot the place up and then himself?"

   RJ throws back the remaining whiskey left in his cup, probably his 3rd drink now while we've all been sitting here talking.

   Except Madden. When her and Baker were released from the police station after giving their statements, she went straight to her mom, got in the car and went home. None of us have heard from her. She didn't even look for me when she was released, and I'm trying not to let that get to me.

   I've been talking with her mom and just checking in on her throughout the night, but nothings changed. She's laying in bed and refusing to talk. Eat. Drink. Anything. Though I guess after the day she had, her reaction isn't that far off base.

   Baker is much the same, but he's at least talking with us. Trying to figure this fucked up mess out.

   "I don't even know how to explain it, man." Baker says as he stares down at the wooden table in front of him. "He didn't sound like himself, when he talked or laughed. Didn't even look like himself. His eyes..his facial expressions. None of that was the Edge I've known my whole life."

   "A mental break down? I mean I don't know what else to call it when someone snaps and just murders 8 people and himself one day on a whim."

   Baker looks away. "It wasn't a whim."

   "What do you mean?" I ask.

   "Edge was saying..I mean the way he made it sound about that video was like he had seen it a while ago. I don't think this was on a whim, I think this was planned. He knew how all of it was going to go. He knew he wasn't going to come out alive."

   RJ just shakes his head. "Is it fucked up that I'm not sorry those assholes are dead?"

   "No, it's not. But Mary, and the 3 others who had nothing to do with it.." Baker trails off as his voice breaks. He runs his hand over the top of his head. "You didn't see them man. You didn't see their dead bodies and have to run by them and then come to find it's your best friend who's doing this to people. Who's hurting them. He threatened to fucking shoot me if Madden didn't tell him the answer to a question he asked. He was insane, he felt no remorse."

   RJ grabbed Baker's shoulder and pulled him into an embrace. "You're good dude, you're good. Stop talking about it. I'm sorry I asked."

   Baker pulls back and rubs at his eyes. He stands up out of the chair and grabs his things from the table. "Been a long day, I'm gonna go home and get some sleep." He looks at me. "Let me know if you hear anything from Madden? I'm worried about her."

    "I will, promise. So far there's been nothing. I think she needs time."

   "She's going to blame herself..we all know she will. Edge practically stood there and told her what he was doing was because of her. He also said some shit to her about always being in love with you and never him. I have no idea what could even be going through her head right now, but I know its not good."

   "He said that?" RJ asks.

   "Yeah, along with some other fucked up stuff." Baker looks at me again. "Just be there for her, alright? We all know shuts down and pushes people away when she feels like this, promise me you won't let her."