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Chapter One: The Lovers & Death
She stood in the sunlight looking down at her lover’s grave. She kept thinking that it had to be some form of a nightmarish dream. But she knew better. This was her reality. And there wasn’t anything she could do to change that fact.
She called upon her sisters and brothers, people that were not friends but always there like family. She begged them to make it different. She pleaded with them for a change. They all confessed that the power they held within would not be able to change what true love had twisted fate into doing. She did not understand but in her shattered heart, she knew they were right.
She wept at his final resting place for several days before finally moving. It was night when she stood and walked slowly away. Remnants of tears stained her pale face. She knew what had to be done.
-
It was exactly one week since Justin and Aaron had killed their best friend. They both were haunted by his voice and images around every corner. They knew for sure he was dead. They saw him at the hospital as he was taken off the respirator. They saw him in the open casket at the viewing. They even went as far as to make sure he was completely in the ground and the freshly turned soil was packed down tight on top of him. But they never spoke of it. One of them loaded the gun with the bullets and the other one shot him. It was unclear now in their paranoia who did what though.
They stopped attending school after that day. They stopped talking to anyone as well. They stayed together but rarely spoke to each other.
One week. There was a knock at the door. Nervously, Justin looked at Aaron for some sign of comfort but he was already loading a round into his father’s gun. The gun that they had hidden from police and replaced with one almost identical that was fired by their victim earlier that day. They were smarter than they appeared.
Another knock.
“Who is it?”
It was Justin who spoke. But no answer was received. The knock came again but did not stop. It was rhythmic though. Steady, even knocks.
“Who the fuck is it??”
Aaron spoke now. At the sound of his voice, the knocking ceased. The boys did not move an inch. They stood there staring at the door. Watching the clock tick by the seconds. Aaron signaled to Justin to wait 10 minutes before opening the door.
Ten minutes was more like an eternity to the two unmovable teenagers. But finally, it had come. There was no knocking or noise in that span so they both let out sighs and relaxed. Whoever it was surely had left.
Justin and Aaron both went to the door. Aaron opened it slowly and then flung it open the rest of the way. No one was there. It was night out and the outside world seemed to be desolate. They both let out little grunts of laughter as they stepped out onto the porch.
“Reminiscing, guys?”
They cracking voice of a female caused them to turn on heel to face it. Fear ran through their entire bodies.
“Damnit, Celeste. Why the hell did you do that? Fucking freak!”
Aaron’s face was red with anger as he spoke the harsh words to the young girl but Justin was frozen stiff. He saw what the other boy had not. She was holding a knife. Kevin’s knife. The one they put into his coffin at the viewing. The one which symbolized taking an eye for an eye. Kevin had always believed in that and had loaned the knife to Aaron two days before they killed him. Her hand holding it was covered in dirt as were her clothing and feet. Aaron seemed to over look this when he saw her.
“I would not say such harsh things. Not if I were you.”
Celeste spoke slow and monotone. She was filled with so many emotions that the only one she could use was the only one she wanted. Hatred.
“Fucking bitch. You scared the shit out of us! Get the fuck on out of here before I call the trolls.”
She laughed but it came out as more of a cackle. Justin slowly shuffled his feet backwards and leaned against the porch railing. His face was now white with fear. He knew what was happening but had no voice to warn Aaron or apologize to Celeste.
She brought her other hand slowly out of her pocket while Aaron continued cursing under his breath. She extended her hand to Aaron and he stopped with eyes wide and colour draining. In her hand she held two tarot cards. The Lovers and Death.
This is the first chapter in a collection written by CLS
She stood in the sunlight looking down at her lover’s grave. She kept thinking that it had to be some form of a nightmarish dream. But she knew better. This was her reality. And there wasn’t anything she could do to change that fact.
She called upon her sisters and brothers, people that were not friends but always there like family. She begged them to make it different. She pleaded with them for a change. They all confessed that the power they held within would not be able to change what true love had twisted fate into doing. She did not understand but in her shattered heart, she knew they were right.
She wept at his final resting place for several days before finally moving. It was night when she stood and walked slowly away. Remnants of tears stained her pale face. She knew what had to be done.
-
It was exactly one week since Justin and Aaron had killed their best friend. They both were haunted by his voice and images around every corner. They knew for sure he was dead. They saw him at the hospital as he was taken off the respirator. They saw him in the open casket at the viewing. They even went as far as to make sure he was completely in the ground and the freshly turned soil was packed down tight on top of him. But they never spoke of it. One of them loaded the gun with the bullets and the other one shot him. It was unclear now in their paranoia who did what though.
They stopped attending school after that day. They stopped talking to anyone as well. They stayed together but rarely spoke to each other.
One week. There was a knock at the door. Nervously, Justin looked at Aaron for some sign of comfort but he was already loading a round into his father’s gun. The gun that they had hidden from police and replaced with one almost identical that was fired by their victim earlier that day. They were smarter than they appeared.
Another knock.
“Who is it?”
It was Justin who spoke. But no answer was received. The knock came again but did not stop. It was rhythmic though. Steady, even knocks.
“Who the fuck is it??”
Aaron spoke now. At the sound of his voice, the knocking ceased. The boys did not move an inch. They stood there staring at the door. Watching the clock tick by the seconds. Aaron signaled to Justin to wait 10 minutes before opening the door.
Ten minutes was more like an eternity to the two unmovable teenagers. But finally, it had come. There was no knocking or noise in that span so they both let out sighs and relaxed. Whoever it was surely had left.
Justin and Aaron both went to the door. Aaron opened it slowly and then flung it open the rest of the way. No one was there. It was night out and the outside world seemed to be desolate. They both let out little grunts of laughter as they stepped out onto the porch.
“Reminiscing, guys?”
They cracking voice of a female caused them to turn on heel to face it. Fear ran through their entire bodies.
“Damnit, Celeste. Why the hell did you do that? Fucking freak!”
Aaron’s face was red with anger as he spoke the harsh words to the young girl but Justin was frozen stiff. He saw what the other boy had not. She was holding a knife. Kevin’s knife. The one they put into his coffin at the viewing. The one which symbolized taking an eye for an eye. Kevin had always believed in that and had loaned the knife to Aaron two days before they killed him. Her hand holding it was covered in dirt as were her clothing and feet. Aaron seemed to over look this when he saw her.
“I would not say such harsh things. Not if I were you.”
Celeste spoke slow and monotone. She was filled with so many emotions that the only one she could use was the only one she wanted. Hatred.
“Fucking bitch. You scared the shit out of us! Get the fuck on out of here before I call the trolls.”
She laughed but it came out as more of a cackle. Justin slowly shuffled his feet backwards and leaned against the porch railing. His face was now white with fear. He knew what was happening but had no voice to warn Aaron or apologize to Celeste.
She brought her other hand slowly out of her pocket while Aaron continued cursing under his breath. She extended her hand to Aaron and he stopped with eyes wide and colour draining. In her hand she held two tarot cards. The Lovers and Death.
This is the first chapter in a collection written by CLS
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Your writing leaves me wanting more. On to chapter 2. Nice work dear. 