Luke

It's been 6 months since we lost Abby, and 4 months since the tour ended. When we came back to the tour bus, excepting Max and Abby to be gone, we found Max's dead body and Abby gone. Max was suppose to take her home, get her away from all the danger. It was a dumb plan because she was safe with me, I could of protect her. 

Me and the boys looked everywhere, but we had to finish the tour too. Ashton was trying to be realistic, saying she could be dead. Me and Michael didn't give up, but soon after 3 months, Michael stop helping me. We never found her, I never did... She was dead, and I have started to think that too. I don't want to live in a world without Abby, I rather die, but the boys won't let me kill myself, so I just don't drink till they make me. Right now I was in our house, just siting on the couch. Looking at a black tv.

"Luke, you have to stop this." Ashton told me.

"yeah, you need to shower dude. You smell like shit." Michael said.

"Not helping" Calum said quietly to him.

"Nothing will help." I finally said. 

"Ugh Luke, I know you're sad but-"

"No Ashton,"-I stood up and started to walk back and froth. "I'm not just sad, I'm depressed. Abby was my mate, I loved her and didn't even get to tell her." I could feel my self to start to cry. 

"Luke, I know." He walked over to me, put his hand on my shoulder. I just stared at the floor. "At least shower, though." He said ignoring everything else I just said. I sighed, shaking my head. I pushed past him and everyone else and went to the bathroom. I showered, after a month of not. I don't know why they can't let me just sit and do nothing. We're taking a break from touring to write songs for the next Album. So WHY do I have to be clean?

Maybe they are right. I need to get over this, maybe she wasn't my mate. I never felt the way I did when I was with her though. I felt I could be myself, I could tell her anything, and I just wanted to protected her. I finished and headed out of the bathroom. The guys were sitting on a couch, with papers in their hand. They all looked up at me when they heard me open the bathroom door.

"Guys, sorry for being... you know." I said to them. "I'm going to go clear my head, i'm going on a walk."

"I'll come with you." Michael said, jumping up from the couch.

"Do you have to?" I asked. I really just wanted to be alone. 

"Yes." he said with a smile on his face. I rolled my eyes, I knew he was just going to follow me anyway. We went to the front door, grabbing sunglasses and hoodies. It was a nice day, the sun was out, there were no clouds in sight. We mostly walked in silence, till we got to the woods. 

"So listen," he said, breaking the silence. "i'm sorry that we lost Abby. I feel it is mostly my fault."

"It's not your fault, it's all of ours. We left her and we shouldn't have." I told him. 

"Why do you say its our fault?" He asked.

"Because, we all agreed we needed her to be away from us. To be honest, she was safer with us. It was when she was alone, she couldn't take care of herself." I explained.

"I agree she was safer with us, but I blame Max. He's the one who let his guard down and got Abby-" 

"Don't say it." I interrupted him. I didn't want to believe it, I couldn't. 

Killed. 

"I told you not to say it!" I yelled at him. 

"Dude I didn't." He put his arms up.

"Ok, maybe Max did get her killed. But we all are to blame." I told him, getting mad.

"Alrighty, just calm down." he told me. 

"I would be calm if you didn't come on this walk with me." I mumbled. He stopped walking. "What?" I asked. 

"Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

"The laughing."

"What laugh-" Then I heard it. It was a high pitch laugh, like a little girls. 

Stupid boys. Huh? Sounded like a girl, but it was in my head. I looked at Micheal, he was as confused as I was.

"Stupid?" He asked.

"You heard that too?" I asked. He nodded. 

You both are blaming others, when you should be blaming yourselves. The voice said. What is she saying?

"My dear Luke," a girls voice said. "i'm saying it's your fault I disappeared,"  We both turned around to see her. 

Oh my god... 

"Abby?" We said. Didn't even look like herself anymore, but I knew it was her. I felt it. She stood their with her eyes closed. 

"It's your fault, that i'm dead." She opened her eyes to reveal two glowing red eyes.  

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