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Life was hard. It just was hard. Everything he tried to do was just never working out, never succeeding, and just never......seemed to unite the people around him. It was another dark night, after one quick show and he was back in the studio. Months and months of those continuous dark days never seemed to get to him, but this time he couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t keep focus on the positivity anymore, the more he did it seemed the darkness kept rising higher in his own soul.
The studio seemed silent throughout the night, there was noise and then it was gone. No one would’ve ever thought this could’ve been a bad happening. They just thought to their self Josh left home for the night and they’d be on they way locking up the doors to Circus HQ while strolling down to their cars to call this a night. It was only in the morning when they found the real truth. There was nothing left of happiness in that room, one lone chair knocked to it’s side, and the shadow of a man with his crooked neck hanging from one lone stand attached to the fan.
With one swish of the door opening and one step into the room, Shaun was already on his knees in tears. From the sound of crying, many more were present. James looked and then knelt down to Shaun’s height, Cookie untying the knot as the lifeless body hits the ground with a thud. Everyone seemed to flinch as the vibration went through the floor, Shaun crying even more into his hands and not even bothering to look up. James rubbed his back, trying to get Shaun to his feet but he rejected such act.
“This can’t be, this can’t be...”
Shaun’s cries rung in and out of the hallways… Josh can’t be gone.
This is a dream...This is a dream...
The words flooded the poor man’s mind as he yelled, hollered and threw a fit. James had to put him down as Tony and the others that appeared set the the lifeless body into a chair. He looked so peaceful… It burned.
This is a joke...This is a joke...
Shaun laughed with hysteria as he ran to Flux shaking and nuzzling him, ”It’s just a joke! It’s just a joke,” he said on repeat, whimpering and crying yet the sounds seemed to remain whispers.
James backed up with the new pain in his chest, Shaun shattered and imploded. Cookie tried to break him away but Shaun was still nuzzling the man that seemed to sleep for eternity. He never moved… nor even opened his closed eyelids… cold and pale, his skin like marble and his lips rosy purple.
“He’s gone Shaun…”
A hand clamped onto his shoulder,Tony’s hand. Shaun thrashed his shoulder and broke away. He clung onto the body as his hand snaked up to his friend’s neck, he felt the rough pattern of the rope burn made only hours ago.
Shaun gulped and Tony fought to get a hold of him and finally won, taking him out of the room to another down the hall. James sat down and started tidying up the place, thinking he could find something in this scene.
“What did he do to deserve this? He… he.. now…,” Shaun stuttered, his feet dragged on the floor as Cookie holds his weight n keeps on walking.
“Relax… we’ll plan something out…,” Cookie said softly to him.
James put the fallen chair back in it’s place to find a letter. It was the suicide note. He was shocked like a man closer to winning a trial. his fingers on the paper’s ends, he opened it.
Dear Friends… Family…
As you can see I have done my deed. This suffering is done… this degrading life led me to doing this. I don’t care if you all were godly or a peasant on the streets. It doesn’t matter… nor to be cared. People like me must be gone… and now I did as well… Tell Shaun and my family I love them…
-Joshua
James closed the paper up to a tiny square like it was before, he stared at nothingness as tears he’s been holding in escapes in front of him. His sleeve went up to wipe away his tears as he gets up onto his feet. His heart was pounding. The note slipped into his pocket as he walked out of the room. Before he exited, he looked back at Joshua’s lifeless self. How the bleach white hear reflected in the morning light from the blinded window, to how this is the most peaceful he’s ever seen Josh’s face. He frowned, looking back down the hallway taking each step closer to the living area. There was one thing he didn’t find, a hidden note between the desk and the wall. It’ll never be found soon...
I love how the fandom hasn't woke the fuck up and did something about this. He needs our help, the Flux fans we are that are loyal and not assholes that call themselves "fans". I would've took a stand earlier but I was super busy with family shit, now I need your help. We need to do something for our Flux in need and I need all of your ideas of what we should do and then act. Who's with me?
