Dead
By
Gennia and Alice
Chapter 3
Kevin, the mature and responsible one. Ha! I wish they could see me now, drinking my heart out. I thought as I took another swallow of my vodka. No wait, I take that back. I wish they could have seen me last Friday! Friday, the night of Nick’s murder. They should have seen the blondie’s face when he walked into my house. It was truly priceless.
‘Kevin! What are you doing? Kevin! Stop it!’ Whiny little brat. Should have just minded his own fucking buisness. What? Kevin can’t wreck his house just because he’s the oldest? Kevin can’t kick his wife out just because he’s not AJ?! Well, I know the police certainly think so. And that’s why they can’t know about everything. No, that means they can’t know about anything. And that’s exactly what I did this afternoon. Answering every question as impressively as I can, giving them all the answers they wanted to hear. It was almost like an interview, one of those stupid ones where they ask the same questions as everyone else. And as always, those boring questions about Nick. Nick’s dead! Can’t they leave me alone now? There’s nothing I can do this time. Even Kevin can’t bring back the dead! I reached down beneath the table in attempt to look for anothor bottle of…anything really. They make me see things clearer, the way things truly are. I should really tell Brian to give these babies a try sometime. Maybe then he would spend less time worrying about everything and everybody. I mean, God can’t always be there. Or maybe it’s different for Brian, maybe God’s always there for him. Well, He certainly wasn’t there for Nick on Friday, that’s for sure! True, I was surprised when they called me in the afternoon. I don’t really remember much anymore, just recall being really shocked. But hey, I’m fine now. Alcohol has got to be the best therapy there is. Even when it’s dealing with…death.
It’s me again. I got a call from Nick’s parents today. They are having a really hard time dealing with this, especially Aaron. Sometimes, I think they know. I think they know and that’s why they’re doing this to me. Torturing me with their accusing words and looks, such lost and sadness in their eyes. They all know, the guys, the Carters, even some of the fans. But I can’t let them know that it’s me. I can’t let them think they were right. No one will find out about this. I’ll be the only one who will ever know what happened that night. Me and Nick of course. But I won’t have to worry about him telling. Nick’s dead.