Kay its been what? Four days. Yeah about maybe five or six depending on when you're reading this. Yeah things have been better, not by much but better. Anyway, the first part is a memory the day after Kathy was buried. Kathy's seeing this memory as Jake is reliving it. (This is the next night from last chapter.) Disclaimer: No. (Line break)
Jake felt empty and broken inside, he spoke to no one, but he didn't mind. The only one who'd he want to speak to was her, but she was dead. Shot by the bastard he called a father. He wanted so badly for things to have been different. He wanted her in his arms.
But she'd never be there. Ever. And he couldn't help but feel as though it was his fault.
He sat mostly, that day, and thought. There was so much stuff she could have done, so much they could have done.
"Aw forget her Jake," His "father" said when he refused to come down for supper "she would have left eventully, say I know this girl at work who has the sweetest girl-" Jake had slammed his door in Mendel's face.
Jake felt as though he were a broken toy left to drown in a ocean of despair. He knew he shouldn't be this way, he knew it was better to forgive and forget, but he couldn't. He'd never forgive his father, he'd never forget how she fit perfectly with him. Never.
He got up and staggered over to his dresser, picking up a photo frame, more tears fell.
In the frame was his family before Lizzie was killed. The day before actually. You could see the bags under her eyes as well as his, but both had smiles on their faces. It would be Lizzie's last smile and his last one for a long time.
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Kathy got dragged out of his mind rather forcefully. She gasped for air, her head pounded, she sat and clutched it. She groaned in pain.
"Mind reading takes a lot out of you." She looked up and saw her father. "I didn't know why I did that." She looked down disgusted with herself. She loved him still Freddy could see that, he just didn't know what was stopping her. He never questioned.
She ran her bladed hand through her hair, "I thought death would make things less complicated." She whispered. She lowered her head so her hair hid her face, now tear stained and she gasped out, "But it's not."
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Jake woke gasping for air, sweating, he looked around him, 'My room,' He plopped down, 'Oh thank God.' It was dark, he picked up his alarm clock, '12:34' the green numbers read. He sighed and felt himself falling asleep again.
The alarm clock fell from his hand.
(Line break) I'm sorry I know its short but in my defense….I uh have no defense. Sorry.