CHAPTER ONE

THE END

Star sat there confused; trying to gather what exactly just happened, as she rubbed her knee that was still stained by the smell of blood. She squeezed chases cold, pale hand that was warm and a peach color a few hours ago but she just waited; waited for the slightest sign of life to return to his almost unrecognizable corpse.

"Chases?" she questioned, squeezing his hand tighter but the only response was the one single beep noise coming from the machine. She wiped the tears running from her face with the same hand from her knee but she didn't move the other one that was clenching on to chases lifeless body.

"My baby" a familiar voice scared.

She looked over her shoulder and saw Mr. and Mrs. Wilson.

Mrs. Wilson fell to the floor and Mr. Wilson had tears in his eyes but kept a strong face in front of everyone. He placed his hands on his wife's shoulders and tried lifting her weight. Whispering something in her ear but star couldn't hear over her hysterical crying. Star tried to block them out by focusing on remember his face. How his hazel eyes use to look, how his dark chocolate hair moved through the wind. He looked peaceful but every time she looked at the shirt that blood stains she was reminded that he died die in peace, the last thing he heard was her voice yelling at him and he was alone. She reached over to wipe her fingers across his once perfect lips but the sharp pain started to develop in her chest a knot; like just got swallowing a gallon of water all at the same time.

"Get away from him". She encored chases mother holding on to him still. Slowly but surely she felt her hand separate from his. Her eyes widened and she started to shake. It was got, the sign for hope, that long wait of recovery dead out. That when it hit her he wasn't coming back. That he was gone and it was all her fault. She pushed back and got to her feet.

"His did because of you".

Star stood there for a few long seconds and walked over to Mrs. Wilson. She stood there in front of her, heart racing but didn't move, barely breathed. She felt the hand that was once soft turn tease and hard forming into a fist. Finally she felted her hand and …...

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