This wasn't supposed to happen. They weren't supposed to die. We were supposed to win.
Chase came back.
Caleb once again faced him one on one at the same spot the Putnam barn had been. He didn't have the same luck he had before.
We had followed him there knowing he was going to do something stupid. Reid, with no concern for his safety, started a not winnable battle against Chase, while Pogue and I ran to Caleb's lifeless body. He was dead.
Pogue, who had ascended, in a rage took out a knife, that no one knew he had, ran up behind Chase. Chase was busy fighting off Reid, and never knew that Pogue was there until the knife was in his back, slicing into his spinal cord. At that moment, he sent a last ball of energy at Reid, who took it straight to the head.
Reid fell back and hit his head on a rock.
I watched all of this, too shocked to engage, and too sad to move from Caleb's body. That was until I watched my best friend's head crack open.
How could this happen?
Screaming, I woke up in a cold sweat, in my bed. The same dream replaying in my head for the past month, if only it was just a dream.
Their funerals were a few weeks ago, a huge ceremony that had the entire community out. The papers reported that they had died in a car accident. If that were the truth it might have been easier.
Pogue had become cold and distant, to everyone except me, and he even broke up with Kate because he couldn't stand her constant questioning. He shut himself off, and started drinking, not that he hadn't done that before, but this time he was drinking to become numb, not to have a good time.
I tried to keep it together to the outside world, but I found that without my smartass best friend, I didn't really know what to do with myself. So I did what I knew, went to school, went to swim practice, did homework, and then I usually went to Pogue's apartment and drank until I couldn't remember my name anymore.
It was the hardest when I actually had to go back to the dorms. All of Reid's stuff is still in the exact spots he had left them in. His parents didn't want to push me into moving on. I just couldn't bear to move it; it would be like he wasn't there anymore.
I probably would have killed myself that first week if it hadn't been for Noelle. She was in a few of my classes, but I'd never noticed her before. Probably because she wasn't Reid's idea of hot. She was bigger, but in no means fat and she didn't really care about her appearance. But there she was in the hallway one day, it was my first day back and I walked by Reid's locker. I broke down, having a full on Panic Attack right before first period and she saved me. After Noelle calmed me down she took me into an empty classroom. I talked and she listened. She is my rock, if it weren't for her I don't know where I'd be right now, but I'll never tell her about the drinking.
~~Pogue's POV~~
Day 34 since they died. Two of my brothers are dead. All because I got weak and couldn't go straight for the kill, but I had to check on Caleb. I fully accept the fact that it's my entire fault that Reid's dead.
The drinking is all that numbs the pain. It makes me feel like their still here, like I'm having a drinking competition with them, but there not really here. I know that. It's just nice that for a few hours things can seem normal again. Tyler's even been joining me lately.
He's been staying with me since it happened, but usually he wouldn't join me in my antics, but now he did. Maybe he's having those nightmares again. Not nightmares, memories. But luckily he had Nora, or was it Neola? Whatever. He had a girl he could talk to and get it all out. All Kate was interested in was me getting over it. What she didn't get was there was no getting over this. So now she's gone. Now all I had was the lovely bottle.
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