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Remington Leith shared
Palaye Royale: New song in three days! Featuring someone very special. Can you work out who?

Royalcounciltruths: No offense to Palaye but I feel like they're only releasing a new song to distract us from the fact that they're paying no attention to any of their fans. It's so fucking selfish. Like I get that they have their own lives but come on! It's not that hard.

Royalcounciltruths: To everyone saying to cut the boys some slack because of what they've been through, please shut the fuck up. They're not acknowledging us like they used to and they should be called out on that.

Royalcounciltruths: It's not right to act like Remington is perfect just because of what he said about being abused and having anorexia. He still has duties as the front man and he isn't fulfilling them and that's so disappointing. He didn't even hug most fans on the last tour, even though his brothers were, and I heard he ran off in VIP one time when he saw a photo of him and Holly. It just all seems a bit over dramatic.

Royalcounciltruths: Remington can't keep using the past as an excuse for his actions. He won't hug his fans and that's just disrespectful. Why can't he just push personal matters to the side for once?

Royalcounciltruths: I know people are gonna call me hateful for this but someone needs to say it. I've lost all the respect I had for Remington. He is constantly using his persoanl issues as a way to get out of things to do with his job. Whether he has anorexia or not, and whether he was abused or not, his job is to meet fans and hug them and not chicken away like he's uncapable of being a fucking grown ass man.

Royalcounciltruths: They're only releasing a new song because they know we're all losing hope in them. They've proved time and time again that they aren't capable of putting personal issues aside for the band. It's ridiculous.

Remington Leith: I'm sorry I'm not enough for you. I really do try to give you everything you want but some things are not realistic. I can't hug people I don't know, and I'm sorry if that offends you, but it's heartbreaking for me to know I'm letting so many of you down. I don't need reminding of it every day.

Andy Black: It's not often that I adress personal issues publicly like this, but I feel the need to say this. My husband has been through the fucking worst years you can imagine and I can't sit back and watch people accuse him of things he can't control when you all know what he's experienced. Please keep your opinions to yourself if they're gonna hurt someone. Remington has been through enough. He doesn't need you tearing him down constantly. Support him and his band and please learn that posting anonymous confessions about things you don't like about him is not helping anyone. He's just one person and he needs support and love and if you aren't willing to give him that, then kindly go away. I love him too much to let this continue. Thank you.

Emerson Barrett: Stop hurting my best friend. It's hurting me too.

Remington scoffs at Emerson's tweet. He finds it rude how the drummer can post that like he didn't just tell Remington to kill himself yesterday. Talk about hyocritical. "Your tweet's very sweet," he says to Andy, "but you could've just said 'leave him alone you fucking bullies.'" He falls into Andy's lap with a hmph.

"Mm, I could have. Have you thought about telling your brothers about visiting the jail?"

"Yes, and I'm not telling them. There's no point. They'll get angry at me and I don't need that."

Andy sighs. "But they're your brothers, sweetie."

"Yes, and yesterday one of them told me to kill myself, so no thanks."

"Remington, sweetie-"

The boy shakes his head. "No. They don't need to know. Why should they know?"

"You can't hide it from everyone. It's not healthy."

Remington huffs and stands up. "I'm not hiding it from everyone. You know. Abigal knows. I'm going for a walk."

The older gives up. "Okay, see you later," he calls after the boy, only noticing after he's gone that Remington's phone is on the coffee table. He sighs. Hopefully Remington will be fine and won't need to call him for help, because now he can't.

He sits down and sighs, contemplating whether or not he should just call his brothers and tell them. But if he does that, he knows Remington will feel betrayed and probably shout. But on the other hand he doesn't want Remington to get into the habit of keeping things from his brother just because it's hard to say. It'd destroy their relationships and Remington needs good relationships with his brothers so he can cope.

"Hi Emerson," he says into the phone.

The drummer greets him.

Andy hesitates. "I heard about your fight."

"What's he said? Is he okay?"

The man isn't sure this is the right thing to be doing. "He said you told him to kill himself. He keeps bringing that up. And no, he's not really okay. He was a twenty seven this morning."

"A twenty seven?"

"Oh, it's a little system we have so he can tell me how bad he's feeling. Under fifteen normally means he's feeling okay, and over twenty five is like-he's thinking about killing himself."

"Oh, shit. Twenty seven is high. He's not done anything, has he?"

Andy glances up at the door, checking Remington isn't here. "Well...I found bite marks in his arm last night after he went to sleep. That was alarming, I won't lie to you. He's not bitten himself before."

The words make Emerson wince. "Fuck, this is my fault."

"Why did you say it?"

"I wasn't thinking. He was being rude because I was late to the studio and I guess both me and Sebastian got annoyed after a few hours."

"You and Sebastian?"

"Yeah. He tried to get Remington to just be mature about it."

Andy picks up Remington's phone with his free hand, pressing his finger to the sensor and unlocking it. "Right, okay. I shouldn't really be telling you this because he really doesn't want you to know for some reason, but he went to visit Holly the other day. It went terribly, obviously, and that's why he's been in such a bad mood. He keeps snapping at me, too." He opens the gallery on Remington's phone. "I just think you need to know. He's not meaning to be so snappy. He's been having nightmares since and the whole stalker thing is really getting to him as well. He needs to be treated gently or he'll break."

"Fuck. He went to see her? Why?'

In the gallery, there a few folders. Jenny. Photoshoots. Andy. Concert photos. Inspo. andy opens the last one. "I'm not sure. He's still convinced she's sending her brother after him. He's got himself in a bit of a muddle lately. I think he's so desperate to blame her for everything that he's making up scenarios in his head and then making himself believe them. It's not great." The pictures in the folder make his stomach turn. Photos of self harm, bruises, scraped knuckles. Underweight people and thigh gaps. A few quotes about 'pro-ana', screenshots of himself from old concert videos when he wasn't eating, drawings Andy knows are his. Drawnings of an anonymous fugure hanging from a noose. A sketch of himself with a knife in his stomach, the same place where Holly stabbed him. "Fucking hell," Andy mutters to himself, scrolling through the hundreds of pictures.

"What?"

"Oh no, fuck. This is really bad."

Emerson frowns. He knows what Andy sounds like when he's really worried and this is it. The last time he sounded like this was when Remington ran away to the hotel and neary killed himself. "What's going on? Have you found something?"

Just saying the words makes Andy feel sick. Reading what's on the screen makes him tear up. "He's written a suicide note. There's a photo in his phone. It's really bad."

"He's what?" Hearing Andy say it is like a kick in the gut. Emerson knows it's his fault. He told Remington to kill himself. I  fucking support your decision to fucking kill yourself. That's what he said, out loud, to his suicidal, anorexic, abused brother.

"Fuck! Emerson, this is really bad. 'It's just impossble. Everything is impossible. I'm sorry I couldn't even tell you this in person. I'm sorry I couldn't just be normal.'"

Emerson is terrified. What the fuck has he done?

He's killed his own brother.

That's what he's done.

He's sure of it.

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