Author's Note: AH! I'm sorry I haven't updated for a while, I'm on winter break and I've been so busy:( But I can't even tell you how happy I am that you guys are enjoying the story! Thank you SO MUCH for the reviews you guys have written, it means so much to me! And I'm sorry but April had to die eventually:( R.I.P. April. Haha, please enjoy!:):):):):):)

Everything after April's death didn't seem to register much with you. You felt like you were merely going through the motions of calling the police and watching them take her lifeless body away, but not truly doing them.

After Roger went into the bathroom he wouldn't leave April's side. Eventually Mark had to get him out.

You were sad that Mark had to see the body, he seemed far too innocent to you, and it upset you that he had to see the horrific mess in the bathroom. But you figured that maybe it was for the best.

"Rog please." Mark said, trying to get his friend to let go of her lifeless body. You merely stood in the (now broken) doorway, not wanting to go in there again. Roger shook his head and cried harder, getting blood all over himself. "Roger we need to call the police. Please get up." Mark told him calmly, although he was crying just as hard as Roger.

"I'm not gonna leave her Mark." Roger hissed. Mark turned to you with wide eyes. "Y/N will you call the police please?" He asked you. You nodded and slowly walked over to the phone. You picked up the receiver and typed in 9-1-1, noticing the startling amount of blood on your hands and clothes.

An officer eventually picked up on the other line. "911 what is your emergency?" He asked in a low voice. "I'm...um. My friend...um-s-sh-she slit her wrists in-in our apar-apartment." You tell him. You almost think you hear him sigh. "Does she have a pulse?" He asks.

"N-n-no." You stammer. You hear him write something down. "We'll send someone to pick up the body. What's your address?" He asks. "Th-third floor of the ap-apartment building on the c-corner of 11th and Avenue B." You tell him.

Without so much as an "okay" he hangs up the phone.

You look back to the bathroom, and the shock of April's death hits you again. Mark is still trying to cope Roger out of the room without much success. Roger is now holding tightly on to the redhead, muttering things quietly to himself and clutching the note in his left hand.

A few minutes later there is a knock on the door. You manage to make your legs move and go to answer the door. The door slid open to reveal two police men. "This the right place?" One of them asked. You nod and step away from the door.

Your heart drops at the sight of the body bag they carried with them.

You couldn't handle this.

You followed behind them quietly, and you see Mark get up from his place on the bathroom floor. He eyes the police men quickly before turning back to Roger. "Come on Roger the police are here." Mark tells him, losing his patience. Roger shakes his head violently and continues to hug the body which at one time would have hugged him back.

Mark eventually grabs Roger's arm and half leads half drags him out of the bathroom, all while Roger hits him continuously and yells. "NO! DON'T LET THEM TAKE HER!" He screams, noticing the police. "Roger they have to take the body." Mark says, still sobbing along with you, but managing to keep his voice steady.

"DON'T YOU LET THEM TOUCH HER MARK!" Roger screams hysterically, trying to get back to her, but you and Mark kept him outside of the bathroom. Mark just looked at his friend sadly. "Y/N." Roger looks at you. "Don't-don't let them t-t-take her Y/N." He stops screaming and just sobs. Your heart breaks, but there is nothing you can do.

A moment later the cops head out of the bathroom with April's body in the horrific bag they had brought with them. Roger lifts his head from where it was in his hands and stares at the body, but doesn't say anything.

"Thank you." Mark says to the two men. They both nod solemnly and head out of the loft without another word.

As soon as they leave, Mark falls to the floor, a couple feet from Roger. You sit down in between the two of them, and Mark puts his arm around you. You scoot closer to him, and a moment later Roger slides across the floor and puts his arms around you.

You put your arms around both boys and eventually you are all sitting on the floor huddled together.

It must have been quite a sight. Three hysterical people sitting on the floor covered in blood and holding on to each other for dear life.

After what felt like hours, Roger speaks.

"Y/N?" He asks. You look at him. "Yeah?" You say quietly.

"On the note...April thanked you for keeping a secret. What was the secret?" He asked you.

Oh no.

If you told Roger...if he knew that you knew...this could have been-

No it couldn't have.

Maybe if you had told him and Mark...they could have helped.

No.

No this wasn't your fault.

"I...ummm, we had lots of secrets Roger." You tell him. He doesn't seem to quite buy it, but nods anyway.

"Roger?" Mark asks. Roger gives Mark his attention.

"I'm sorry." Is all he says.

"I'm sorry too Mark." He says back.

He then looks to you. "I'm sorry Y/N." Roger says. You nod and blink back more tears. "I'm sorry too Rog. You too Mark."

So that was it.

She was dead...and you weren't getting her back.