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Layla spots the most unlikeliest person at the cemetery, and is resolute to find out why. When she does, she wasn't expected to be warped into this whole mess. This whole story. Why is the deceased Crystal Skye determined to make Layla know?

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-Past-

Her name was the last detail I collected in my head. And it made my breath falter. There was a harsh pain in my chest as I let a sob into the air.

Crystal Skye.

I knew her. Not well, but I knew her. She was a unique person, and had a lot of friends at Sky High. My hand hit the top of the rock as I breathed deeply. How I missed this, I'll never know. I'll never be sure. "Oh, I feel terrible." I whispered, looking away to the blue jewels. That's why she looked so familiar - the light blue rocks. Magenta told me once that that's why she was named Crystal.

Her eyes.

I had to stand. Had to leave. It was getting dark, and I needed to be home.

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I spotted the ex-con stuffing a kid into their locker, and had to attack. Hey, I was alone, and it was passing time. And I wanted answers. He must have spotted me coming, because once my fingers were gliding across the metal, he ran away and ditched Speed in the process. "Hey, asshole! Where are you goin'?" He shouted. I resisted the urge to cringe. Such words.

The larger bully had ignored me, and I kept right along, my eyes scanning empty classrooms and hallways for the certain black and white striped arms. Yet all I could see were students at their lockers, searching for books for their classes.

How juvenile! He was hiding - from me, of all people.

I passed one room, and shook my head from the emptiness of persons, and tried to walk on, but I was pulled by my ponytail - right back into it. The door was shaking after it was slammed shut.

"Kay - explain yourself."

"Who said I was looking for you?" I asked, crossing my arms and cocking a brow, my hip slightly out.

"Oh please." Lash growled, leaning his back against the door. "I've been watching you look for me since this morning." His eyes were dark as he examined me adjust my ponytail.

"Ah, but who said I was looking for you?" I practically repeated, hopping up onto one of the desks and folding my hands together.

"What is it you want?" I heard him say, and I sighed.

"Why were you at the cemetery yesterday?" I whispered, not wanting to look up at him just yet.

"I was visiting someone." He stood straight and got ready to leave. "Is that all?" His voice was more irritated than sweet and concerned.

"I, uh, wanted to know how you knew Crystal."

Lash smirked, and somehow I just knew this was a sign of an ended conversation. "Who said I was there for her?"

Who said?

Who said?

Heck, who really knew?

I had an echoing sound of protest as his body left the room to slam the door again. Hopping off my seat I ran towards it, knowing that now I'll be late for class.

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That night I skipped out on Will's homework group. I went back to the cemetery - back to Crystal's grave. Tossing my purse aside I sat down like I found Lash, and breathed out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

There were a lot of things I wanted to say. To ask. But I just sat there; wondering what her relationship with Lash was about. Were they friends? More than friends? I kept having to look away, deeper into the yard as I thought more about it. And I couldn't help but wonder why I was here. And why I was so curious as to what Lash had to do with her. It was like I was sucked to that spot, wondering and questioning my actions.

Is that why Lash was there where I found him? Because he was sucked in? Entrapped by the tombstone, the questions?

"What are you doing here, Hippie?" A voice said darkly, causing me to shake my head profusely and look to my right. Lash threw his arms behind him, tucking whatever was in his hands into his back pocket. "You shouldn't be here." His snarling personality was frightening, but I stumbled to my feet and bravely looked him in the eye.

"You knew Crystal."

He shrugged, but continued to glare at me. "She was a friend." Lash took a step towards me, and I inhaled the dead scent of cut flowers. He brought her lilies - and buttercups. "You shouldn't be he -"

"How...how clo -"

"Hippie." He called, his eyes now shut and his jaw tight. He was frustrated - I had to go. Now.

Quickly picking up my purse I walked around him, muttering a 'see you at school' before sprinting off and out into the streets. I felt like an idiot. I've never done this before. I mean, of course I've felt stupid before, but never so much to push myself back to the graveyard.

This wasn't me. But something in my head was telling me to find out. To know.

But to know what?

And what was so scary, so insane, is that I strongly believed that Crystal was the thing behind it all. I took my chances and turned my body around, walking backwards to get a final look at Lash. He wasn't facing my direction anymore, and his knees were on the ground, his back slouched over as his fingers ran over Crystal's tombstone. I cast a hand through my hair as my heart pounded, the freshly cut flowers coming out of his back pocket with a tug of his hand. My mouth became dry as I released a gasp, turning around fully to burst into a run. It was already dark. I had school tomorrow.

I've gone mad.

Insane.

Because this doesn't make sense at all.

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