The sirens echoed across the desolated street each spraying me by driving through the shallow murky puddles below. My mind was full of anger and confusion... i trusted cat so much but... shes not a  m... murderer. Another sip. I was eventually under a shelter from the rain and sank in the corner of the concrete cave.  My fifth can of fosters ran dry within minuets of me opening it. So did the 6 through 15th. My vision became slurred and i was surrounded by vomit and tears. broken glass and squashed cans were piled up like a game of jenga. my phone was dead and i had no sense of direction from where i was. Then i blacked out... I remember seeing a lady dressed in black jeans approach me and thats all i remember. I reluctantly opened my eyes and smelt a familiar scent. The sheets that surrounded me and the four walls plastered in my immediate vinicity all brang back a similar feeling off rememberance. then i clocked. i was AT HOME. 

"Mads" i cried scared. i didnt want to loose her nor the kids. i walked in to the living room where phil was sitting solemly looking slightly pissed off whilst watching some black butler. Anime was phils comfort item like pancakes.

"dan shes gone." phil looked at me unapprovingly

" i fucked up..." my hand rose to my head as a severe pain shot through my head like a bullet

"You fucked up big time Dan .stop feeling so hard on yourself we've all lost a friend were all tramatised  weve all been blamed before for something. Its called being famous you inconsiderate dick. Dan you have children and a wife a family. You cant go getting drunk like this you have people who love you ... If you dont make this all good now your gonna loose me too dan.  she left a note on the kitchen counter. I dont belive you can do this but you've proper fucked up. "

"FUCKING PHIL YOU SHOULDVE STOPPED HER FROM GOING HOW COUL-" His hard hand came in contact with my face and burnt as he removed it.

i ran towards the kitchen then left to find maddy.

the words were written lovingly tear stained paper, shaky handwriting ... and those words

dan i love you and always will so so much more than anything but i cant trust you you cant love me unless you didnt mean to get drunk last night... thank god cat bought you home-

i grimaced at reading this

if  you want to find me and make things right im ... im at my old place with emma she didnt sell it thankfully... ill see you later.

i drove straight there ignoring the sirens surrounding me and the crowds standing in awe around a patch of concrete. The rain cascaded onto me as I got out of my car and repetedly knocked on the door until Maddy came to the door. Shed been crying she was pale almost traumatised.

"its cat..." She fell into my arms and I carried her into the living room.

"emma explain - what happened?"

" we were with cat dropping the kids at joeys hotel as he loved spending time with them and as we were walking along the streets we heard a gun shot -" images ran through my mind , thoughts of dripping crimson liquids and struggling to fight the warm light cascading from above. I shook my head as I tried to focus on what was going on.

"any ways we turned , cat was catching up with us when she fell to the ground after being shot straight through the head... And like that the last moments of a humans life deteriate before your eyes. " my mouth hanging open I looked at Maddy and pulled her into a hug. But it ... It cant have been cat if she's been shot now ... Who could it be?

"do you think , the person , .... The person responsible for our friends deaths is the same person who shot me? " I muttered immediately guilt ran through me as I realised the last acknowledged moment of cats existance as a living human I thought she was a killler.

"WHY did I not think of this sooner ?" I yelled punching the wall tears streaming down my face . I felt hot and the world span -too much too soon I thought then I imagined a young man , my height barely recognisable to the single glance. For some reason this person was at my shooting at zoes and why did I remember him in a hospital.

"did you get any ... Any sight of the gunman." I asked

"no... Only a black mask" I linked the dots in my head and grabbed some paper from the side. I jotted notes and drew pictures from memory who was he .... We all agreed to keep our findings confidential due to the fact the police would publicise our theories. We jolted to the car and drove to joeys hotel we grabbed the kids and drove back to our apartment. Wow.... What is my life.

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