I am so very sorry... If you actually care...

I have never actually done this before so yeah... You're gonna get what I mean...

If you must wait,
Wait for them here in my arms as I shake
If you must weep,
Do it right here in my bed as I sleep
If you must mourn, my love
Mourn with the moon and the stars up above
If you must mourn,
Don't do it alone

If you must leave,
Leave as though fire burns under your feet
If you must speak,
Speak every word as though it were unique
If you must die, sweetheart
Die knowing your life was my life's best part
And if you must die,
Remember your life

You are
You are
Oh, you are
You are
Oh

If you must fight,
Fight with yourself and your thoughts in the night
If you must work,
Work to leave some part of you on this earth
If you must live, darling one,

Just live
Just live
Just live

Keaton Henson- You

Over the past six days Peter had made Ivy stay at home whilst he got to go out with friends to bars and clubs. Twice this week so far Ivy had been responsible for putting a intoxicated twenty- three year old to bed who was up to his eyeballs in drugs... Like seriously stoned.

Then the next day she'd passively listen to him cry over not getting a guy's phone number or the fact that he had a headache and hangover. Honestly she felt like ripping her eyes out not because Peter was partially annoying, she was sort of used to him but because of how bored she was.

So far the highlight of the past six days had been washing her clothes and stealing Peter's oversized grey Nike joggers whilst watching How To Train Your Dragon and eating a jar of peanut butter. Deep down she just wanted to go out and part of her earned to get into a fight of some sort or at least get chased. Why did she never learn?!

Ivy put on her freshly washed black jean shorts, tights and grey, what used to be over sized jumper but it shrunk slightly in the wash, surely that was an excuse to go out, to purchase new clothes. But Peter lay on the sofa with a glass of blueberry flavoured vodka sulking over the fact that Kevin stood him up today and was now four hours late.

"I really loved him Ivy, you get me right, have you ever loved somebody so much that it kills you plus I haven't had a thing in like ten weeks at the least" Once again Ivy passively listened and just nodded, sighing slightly "Um Ivy, what's wrong? Have you been stood up? No"

"Peter I love you, I really do but i'm losing the will to live right now. Please just let me go out" Ivy groaned rubbing her temples roughly "I swear to God that I won't get into a fight and I have a gun and just PLEASE!" Ivy was so frustrated by that point that she needed to kick something so resulted in kicking the ikea ying and yang coffee table "I need to go Primark, that's it, i'll be like three hours at the most... Please Peter! I'm so Bored!"

"Fine, I can't deal with you breaking down, i'm having my own one right now, you can borrow twenty quid, but only time and because you stayed with me last night whilst I was sick in the toilet"

"Love you, thank you so, so, so much"

"Yeah I know, go before I change my mind"

Victory dances were made for a time and at this moment Ivy felt like having a victory dance but contained her self realising that one, if she got into a fight Peter would probably kill her and not let her go out again and she would probably lose in all honesty.

As Ivy left Peter said something that made Ivy want to cry as she hadn't felt affection in years like she had in that very moment "Ivy, don't get into a fight or in trouble, you're my little sis alright, I gotta protect ya"

In this situation Ivy hadn't the slightest clue as what to say so she just nodded, took the money then left quietly zipping up her leather jacket, which she hadn't yet had a chance to wash.

Being able to run through alleyways and climb over walls just to get her to a Primark gave her a sense of freedom, she avoided main roads like the plague mostly because of Police. Of course an alleyway in many peoples eyes was a lot more dangerous but Ivy got energy out of fear and adrenaline... Well most of the time... At least she thought she did.

After queuing up for half an hour for only two items Ivy actually decided to take a slow walk back to Peter's, of course she had already purposely spent longer out than she said as the sun was setting and shops were beginning to shut. Mostly she had spent so long out because she decided to try on clothes that she knew she'd never purchase or wear.

Her phone vibrated in her pocket but she didn't check partly because she knew it was probably Peter asked 'Where are you, you're too hours late' or something along that lines.

Finally she made her way 'home' at eight PM when it was dark and the friday 'night life' was beginning, she was sure that Peter would have forgot about her and would have gone out meaning that she'd have to sit with him yet again as he cried and throw up in the toilet at three in the morning. However her phone vibrated again, this time she had to pick it up or check it,

Msg from Peter.

Think before you steal. I say your friend here had got ten minutes before he is dead. See you soon.

Tears swelled up in Ivy's eyes, her breathing deepened and he legs shook, it took her few moments for her to process what was happening and her legs began to move, although she was short at only five foot with short legs she could still run fast. Each time she took a breath steam would come out of her mouth due to the cold frosty air.

"Don't be dead" "Don't be dead" "Don't be fucking dead" She whispered under her breath as she ran. Her black combat boots slammed heavily against the cracked pavements, the buckles clinked together. The primark bag had become very inconvenient as she tried to run.

Ivy ran up the stairs, taking three steps each time trying to speed things up. The door was wide open. Throwing the Primark bag to the side she leant down beside Peter adding pressure to a stab wound around his rib area. Yet still he was alive with tears in his eyes as he stared up at Ivy.

"I'm so sorry" Ivy cried hard "You need to put pressure on, i'll call an ambulance"

"No!" Peter tried to yell but his voice was more hoarse and husky "No" He whispered beginning to cry.

The apartment was wrecked with things thrown around everywhere in all directions including the yin yang table being split in half with a leg missing.

"Peter you're gonna die if I don't!" Ivy wasn't meant to yell at him but he couldn't die on her.

"Ivy..." Peter began hushing her slightly when she tried to speak "He was blonde right?"

Ivy nodded "But there was somebody else... not just... not just Blondie" Speaking was becoming hard "Promise me... Swear on my spirit that you're gonna get out of London"

"What why?"

"Promise me sis"

"I promise... who else was their Peter"

"It was..." Peter cried out in a pain "That Mor-" Peters head flopped sideways as he began to close his eyes. It had got to the point where Ivy needed a name but just held him, he couldn't talk now, he tried to but blood began to come out of his mouth due to the stab and probably lose of blood, well this was Ivy's guess.

Peter was gone. After one single last breath, he was gone.

"No, you can't go, not yet! Not like this, you're meant to call Kevin and go out with him and get married and... and" Ivy began to become hysterical, she was crying hysterically whilst holding Peter tightly although she had only washed her clothes and blood was staining it, she really didn't care "I've lost too many fucking people to lose you!"

"This is my fucking thought" Ivy began to pull at her hair and throne her head back on the sofa, although it was soft screaming "Idiot" to her self again and again "Why am I so selfish?" "Why didn't I just come back on earlier?"

All Ivy done for three hours was sit there holding his dead body before getting the courage to call the police, they took her in for questioning but she was so lost in her own thoughts and from shock that each question was only answered with a blank stare or a shrug, so they let her go not really doing much after that. It took a great deal of effort, time, energy and cleaning products to get rid of the dried blood in the carpet and on the sofa, mostly because all of the energy that Ivy had, had been absorbed out of her.

By the end of the night, at three am Ivy lay on the floor with a bottle of Peter's favorite drink in her hand, Vanilla vodka along with a pack of Marlboro in the other. Keaton Henson overly loud making the apartment shake slightly as the music bounced off of the green, orange and purple painted walls.

Her phone which was placed next to her vibrated again, she would have read it, but she was too terrified, she was lucky she didn't in a way but then again maybe a warning sign was for the best, maybe it could have helped.

Msg from unknown (Blocked)

Liked the little show, it was so emotional, I saw it all from here, the place has a large window though. You look so hurt right now... I'll see you soon.

So hey, i'm sorry... sorry if you were only starting to like Peter after just one chapter of him. I've actually never killed a character off before so any advice on how to make it better?

If you don't want to see anybody else die then I suggest that you stop reading... ehehe... or just carry on reading and feel feels... eheheh

Question of the chapter...

If you could kill off three character from anything (Any show, anime, film etc.) who would they be?

This question is very hard so I don't know.