chapter 1
Cold.
Alone.
Dead.
It was the day of her funeral. We went back to her home town to have it. And we were all wearing her favorite color. Black. It was a color I only knew her in. It was weird seeing other people in her color without searching the crowd for her grey eyes. Her long silky black hair, streaked with red. Her bands shirts. Her red full lips. Her pale skin.
I hadn’t slept in days. But I stayed in bed. My mom checked on me now and then. Asking how I was. I told her nothing. I didn’t eat as much anymore. My stomach was fed on the depression. I forgot all about school.
I stood there, in the back of the crowd, seeing people I didn’t know, in the color I knew so well. They were crying. Like they cared. Every face was unfamiliar except Riley’s and Alaric’s who stood over the open grave. They just stared. We had done our crying.
I looked around the crowd, spotting out someone who wasn’t in black. They were in jeans and white t-shirt. A red headed girl stood next to him, weeping. He drew an arm along her shoulder, holding her tight against him. I looked away. It had gotten painful.
The receptionist or whatever they’re called, I frankly don’t give a shit, kept droning on. He asked is anyone wanted to say anything. Girls, who I assumed were here so they could call themselves selfless, stood at the open grave, bawling, saying how nice she was. I wanted to scream at her.
I looked back at the couple, and saw one familiar face. One with black short hair and cold eyes.
Rage threw up inside me, and I stomped to Kale, I was going to kill him. He should be in that grave not…not her. It was easier not to say her name. Her name brought back too many memories.
His eyes grew wide and he turned to face me. The red haired girl backed away from me, afraid.
I got up in Kale’s face. “What the fūck are you doing here?”
Kale backed up, “Calm down, I came here with Gabi. Keep it down, Drew.” He glanced at the rest of the unknown crowd and at Gabi. We looked worried.
“Keep it down?! Keep it DOWN?” I yelled, shoving his chest. I was going to kill him, and throw him in that grave.
People started to turn and the girl who was speaking went silent. I shoved at his chest again, almost knocking him over.
“Get the fūck out of here! What the hell do you think you’re doing here, huh? Coming here, acting like everything’s just okay?!” I give him another push.
He puts his hands up, “Drew, please, if you would just-”
“I’m going to just anything!” I form a fist, and slam it into his nose. He falls back in the grass, and tries to get up. But I’m already on top of him, screaming, slamming my right fist down and down and down. Everyone in the color I knew, gasped. Kale started moaning, stop, stop, stop. But I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. He wasn’t dead. Yet. His blood was everywhere, staining his white shirt, just like her’s had.
I felt the strong hands that had pulled me away from her dead body, yank me off Kale’s body.
I screamed, “You killed her! You told her to do it! You killed her! You killed her!” I struggled against Riley’s hold, lunging for Kale.
Gabi helped Kale up, who was holding his bloody nose. He looked like he was in pain. Good.
I kept yelling and screaming at him, even when Riley was tugging me to the car. I heard a girl in that color that wasn’t hers, whisper; Valery must’ve broken his heart.
No, I thought, she didn’t just break my heart.
Valery broke my spirit.
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