Chapter 4
Skye's POV
I looked around me. I was in an old church? I saw people from all over the Valley, and some from Mineral Town. What's going on here? And then I saw it, a casket. I slowly walked towards it, and couldn't believe what I saw inside.
Cleo. Cleo was lying in the casket, eyes closed, in a beautiful black gown. What had happened to her? "Poor girl," a man with huge eyebrows said behind me, "it's a shame what happened to her." I looked at him sadly. "What happen to did her?" He looked at her angelic, cold body. "She was murdered," I gasped, "by a boy here, I hear." I looked around at all the boys who had come. None of them looked like a killer to me. And then, I had a flashback.
I was standing in front of the Inner Inn. It seemed like a perfectly normal, starry night. And then I heard it. A shrill scream broke out from upstairs, and I heard what sounded what sounded like someone falling down the stairs, and then the doors flew open. I saw Cleo, her face bloody, and her clothes nearly ripped off. A blonde boy with brown eyes was looming over her. He crushed his lips to hers and I tried to rip him off of her, but my hand just went straight through him! He punched her cheek with a face of revenge. He laughed murderously when she screamed. "See, Cleo," he said, his voice aggressive, "this is what happens when I get turned down." I tried to grab her, to save her from her death, but nothing happened. I tried to punch and kick the blonde, but he didn't even feel it! The murderer then took a dagger from his pocket, and stabbed her in the heart. "No!!" I screamed, but it was too late. Blood poured from the wound, and Cleo slowly closed her eyes. The blonde vanished, and Cleo was left there to bleed to death. I dropped to my knees and started crying. "Why… Why did he have to die…"
I woke up, sweating and breathing hard. I looked around to see I was back in my room. "What the… Did that really happen?" I asked myself out loud. It was only 7:30 PM, but I jumped out of bed as fast as I could when the thought occurred to me. What if it didn't happen yet, but it was going to?! I threw my jacket on and ran for the valley.
Cleo's POV
I woke up to a bright and sunny sky. The weather didn't match my mood at all, for I was still silently sulking to myself. I changed into my black work clothes, ate a small piece of bread, and went out to do my daily work. At least my outfit matched my mood.
I couldn't concentrate at all on my work. I just couldn't get why he would do this to me. And with Muffy! I mean, I'd be happier if he had picked Lumina instead of Muffy. I was feeding Abby when I come up with an idea. What if I made Skye jealous! He would steal me away then! It's perfect! I laughed weakly. Who was I kidding? It wouldn't work out at all. I sighed. I'm such a freakin' idiot. I sat down in front of my old peach tree, and started to drift into day-dreaming.
I came back to reality at about 5:40 PM, when the sun was just starting to go down. I decided to go to the Inner Inn, just to avoid Muffy and Skye. Maybe even cook a little with Ruby or something.
I finally reached the Inn. As I went inside, I noticed something. Where was everybody? "Hello..?" I said shakily. Just then, the bottle-blonde Rock came out from upstairs. "Oh, hey Cleo," he said happily, "everybody's in Mineral Town doing some shopping." Why was he still here, then? "Oh, I'll come back later then, thanks." I turned to leave. "Wait, I lost something important in my room. Can you come help me find it, please?" He sounded so desperate! I guess I could help him find it… "Sure, Rock." He smiled brightly at me, and gestured towards the stairs. I walked up to his room, with Rock trailing behind.
I stepped into his room and looked around. "So, what does this thing look like again?" I asked. Click. Was that the door locking? I turned around to see Rock leaning against the door. "Actually, Cleo, that's not what I wanted to talk about. You see, I really like you, and I wanted to know if you would like to go out with me." He said, sounding very hopeful. "Oh," I rubbed my arm, "that's really sweet Rock, but I'm sort of waiting for someone else… I'm sorry…" I started to walk towards the door, and then it happened.
I saw his expression turn from happiness to rage and rejection. He grabbed my hands and pinned me against the wall. "Rock, what are you doing?!" I yelled. He breathed on my neck, and kissed just below my ear. "I'm showing you what happens when someone rejects me." Terror registered in my eyes as my adrenaline started pumping. I kicked him as hard as I could, and ran for the door. He grabbed my hair and threw me to the middle of the room. I screamed as loud as I could, but he tackled me and crushed his lips against mine. I tried to push him off, but he was too strong. He started ripping my clothes off violently. Dammit, this isn't going to be good. He stopped kissing me, only to punch my cheek, causing my lip to start bleeding. I took the opportunity and made a run for it. He picked up a small mirror, and broke it on my head. Shards of glass cut my skin, and I was bleeding from everywhere now. I screamed a blood-curdling scream, for the pain was so intense. I ran and opened the door, making it to the stairs before Rock tackled me, so we were both falling down the stairs. It felt like someone was pouring salt into my wounds. We stumbled out the door, and he kicked my rips, and then kissed me again. I screamed as loud as I could, praying to God that someone heard me. He kissed my cheek and punched me again. I screeched loudly, and he laughed at me. "See, Cleo," he said, "this is what happens when I get turned down."
I saw him take something out of his pocket, and raise it in the air. I stared at it, thinking my death was very near, I saw my life flash before my eyes. Just when he was about to kill me, I saw someone tackle him, and heard a punch in the background. "Don't ever touch her again." Skye's voice! Skye was here. "Skye…" I tried to get up, but couldn't. I was bleeding too much. He ran over to me, and grabbed me up in his arms gently. I immediately felt safe. I smiled at him. "Skye…" That's when the world went black.
Skye's POV
I looked at her bloody face as she fainted in her arms. She needed help immediately. I ran to her house, locking her door behind me. I laid her softly on her bed, and started going through her drawers, looking for any medical supplies I could find. I finally found some alcohol, gauze, band aids, and masking tape. I ran back to her side. I put some alcohol on a cotton ball, and started dapping at the open wounds. She had a large gash on her forehead that was still bleeding, so I immediately put alcohol on it. "Sorry Cleo… This is going to sting…" I whispered to her unmoving body. I taped gauze on the gash with the masking tape, praying the bleeding would stop. What did he do to her? I cringed at the possibilities. "Dirty bastard…" I whispered angrily, "He'll get the last of me…" I scooted her over, and lay in her bed, turning over so I could see her face, and knew it would be a long night.
