Mike started to read the beginning of the article.

The date was March tenth, 1961.

Last night, Samuel Dolenz, 47, killed himself and his two small children, Christina Dolenz, 11, and Janice Dolenz, 6, in a brutal murder-suicide. His wife, Laura Dolenz, 42, and son, Micky Dolenz, 17, were left unharmed.

That's as far as he got before Mike heard a gasp behind him. He turned around to see Micky standing in the doorway with wide eyes.

"What is this, Micky?" Mike asked quietly.

"Y-You need to leave," Micky said, ignoring Mike's question.

"Please talk to me—"

"You need to leave!" Micky cried. Mike began to make his way to the doorway.

"Your name is Dolenz," Mike said slowly, "not Dennis, like you told Scarlett. Those people in the pictures downstairs—those were your sisters weren't they?"

Micky was shaking. Not with anger, but fear. His eyes were wide as he pointed at Mike. "You need to leave," he said again.

"Micky—"

"Please," Micky cried, "go."

"I can help you."

Micky scoffed and shook his head. He muttered something under his breath that Mike couldn't hear.

"What was that?" Mike asked.

Micky repeated himself, louder this time.

"I should've died along with them."

This was supposed to be just a cute, fluffy fic but then I was like nah, that's boring so here you go

Also today, June 16th, marks four years since I joined Wattpad! Crazy to think 4 years ago today I was a 13 year old hoe who didn't know shit about writing and who hadn't even started high school yet 😂