Epilogue
Jake
It was a windy cold morning. Nothing like the rest I have felt before. This made me feel tense and heavy like lead ran through my veins instead of blood. Then there it was a loud crash and then it was gone. It felt like something or someone was dragging me down to the pits of despair and grief. Everything inside me felt like they were broken and shattered beyond repair. It only felt like days had passed since Shelby... died when in reality it had been three weeks. A painful pang of longing hit me right in the center where my heart supposed to be. I felt guilt writhing around in me. If only hadn't gone to that party I thought. If only had stayed home and not snuck out that night I thought. My heart ached and longed for her to come back to me. If only I hadn't been a selfish bastard she would still be here next to me I thought. It suddenly dawned on me that I could have saved her. I longed to see her face. I longed to run my hands through her long chestnut hair and most of all I longed to tell her I that I loved her. At that very moment my world and along with it all the walls I built came tumbling down. It hurt me so much know that tyrant named Zane caused all this pain for me. I hate him with every bone in my body. Suddenly coursing through my veins wasn't the heavy led feeling it was pure anger. Then I felt outrageously powerful like I could break a wall by just looking at it. My entire body was now starting to sync with my anger. The next thing I knew was that I got up off the bed and was now punching a crater into the wall. Then it all went blank.
*Jessica*
the sun beamed into my room stating it presence. Silent tears rolled down my face. My heart was out of place. It got lost between the weeks of grieving. I don't know if I'll ever find it I thought. Why would someone so nice and kind like Sheldon have to die? Why? I thought. He was so gentle. I miss him so much it feels like the moment he died was the moment my heart and soul got lost. I feel like that if I ever had a chance to see him again I would do things differently. Will ever get a chance to see him again? I thought. My body isn't the same anymore without him. I feel completely numb. Like I can't feel pain, sorrow, happiness, grief. When I do feel pain and sorrow it's so overwhelming that I passed out just thinking about how he died just makes me feel guilty and responsible. I hate it. I hate this feeling. I should have died I screamed. I should have been the one that was tortured and beaten to a pulp. It should've been me I yelled. At that moment a sob so big that couldn't be hold back burst forward. I rocked back and forth wondering will I ever be the same. My heart and soul I've found but in what state. Shattered and broken in a million pieces. How can I fix myself? How can I survive? How can I keep myself together? My mind wondered back to the last time I saw him. I felt so awful because the last time I saw a live he was lying in a pool of blood telling me to run. I sobbed. In that instance my body moved straight to the bathroom where the taste of bile was prominent. But as I heaved over the toilet I heard a strange sound and it felt like I was hearing someone else emotions run over. My ears started ringing. I heard a male voice screaming in anger that "I hate you, I hate you and I'll never forgive you" the voice start to go faint like it was never there. My heart racked my chest. Ramming against my rib cage. Every muscle in my body went tense. It was when I realized there was something wet dripping down my neck. I turned around mentally preparing myself for the worst. I turned around quickly to find out the ceiling in the room was leaking. But what it was leaking horrified me. Slowly but surely a puddle of blood formed around me. Fear paralyzed me for a moment.
