That was an hour ago. I’m telling this whole story an hour after Zac was…
The police are checking things out, questioning people. Taylor hasn’t said anything at all. They’re getting fingerprints on the gun and everything. It’ll be just a few more days at the most until they find out that it’s Taylor, if he doesn’t confess.
Everyone’s shocked, everyone doesn’t want to believe that he’s gone, but he was put on a stretcher and taken away in an ambulance.
They said that we should have a funeral soon.
Taylor sits in a corner, staring through the door that’s been labeled a crime scene. The door is closed and there’s yellow tape labeled ‘do not enter crime scene’ written across it. He just sits and stares. He hadn’t moved since he sat there.
As I walk around, I see the kids standing by their father, who has the same look as Taylor, the same blank stare. They don’t know what happened.
Diana is sitting in a chair, crying. Ike is next to her, thinking. Police are running around, doing what they’re doing. I walk around, through the crowded house and up the stairs, to the guys’ room.
I opened the door and saw an old image in my mind. Zac laying on the top bunk with his yellow pants and yellow shoes, with his wrinkled black shirt and his hair parted in seven different places. When I first fell in love with him.
I still can’t believe he actually gave up his life, his own precious life, for my sickly one. It makes me feel more important. It gives me a reason to actually live.
I walked to the closet and opened up the door. I grabbed Zac’s yellow boots, both pairs, and put them on his bed. Quickly I tied them the right way, they way I wanted them to be.
That’s stupid, Zac hated the way I picked on his shoes. I tied them back the way he always wears them. Even though it killed me inside, that’s the way he liked them.
I put the shoes back in the closet and closed the door. I went out of the room and back downstairs. A policeman was questioning Ike now. Great, he would say that me and Taylor were in the room and I would get questioned. It sucked, I wasn’t allowed to leave the house if I was in it at the time of the ‘shooting.’
What was I supposed to do when I got questioned? I couldn’t just tell them that Taylor was trying to kill me but Zac jumped in front of me. Before anyone could come up to me, I went over to Taylor, and knelt down beside him.
"Taylor I’m sorry…"
"For what?"
"For everything I did to you, for breaking up the band. I’m going to be referred to as Yoko Ono for the rest of my life." Taylor looked at me.
"You could of told me this an hour ago," he said. I sighed.
"I wasn’t sorry then. I was mad at you and everything and then all this happened and I realized that it was really all my fault and I shouldn’t of interfered."
"As I said, you could of told me this an hour ago!" I sighed. "You know, I’ve been thinking and I really don’t think this happened by chance."
"Really?" I asked.
"Yeah, I think it was all fate or something like…" he looked to me and brushed a piece of hair out of my face. "Destiny."
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