Devi woke up late the next morning; she had been awoken by an odd phone
call. It was her co-worker Monica winters, "hello Devi? Turn on channel 11
news NOW!" the girl, said before Devi could speak. Devi reached for her
remote and turned on the t.v.
"In other news this morning the body of 23 year old Christopher Bird was found in an ally in the back of funkin gonuts, police say the body was beaten and drained of all his blood, probably in a satanic ritual. Sad, sad, world out there, back to you tom" the words spilled from the T.V.
Devi almost didn't believe what she was seeing or hearing, Chris was her friend and now he was dead. The tears came slowly to Devi, but once they started, they did not leave easily.
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Devi sat in the small church down the road from her store. There along side her sat Chris's friend's family and fellow workers. When the minister was finished speaking every one rose. Devi walked up to her friends casket. A tear dripped off of her face and dropped onto his pale white skin, Devi wasn't fond of the whole open casket idea, but who was she to complain. She couldn't take her eyes off of him. His black hair was matted against his head and his body was cold and firm. The only noises Devi could year was the sound of sobbing and the occasional whisper. "What kind of monster could do this" she asked herself.
It was a cold and long walk home but for some reason Devi didn't care. She felt numb all over and her head spun. A familiar car pulled up beside her and honked. "Johnny," Devi whispered. "Want a lift?" he asked pushing open the door for her. She nodded and jumped in the car. Johnny spotted her red face and knew she had been crying. "Hey, uh you ok?" he asked raising an eyebrow. "Yeah I'm ok, I just got out of a funeral." She answered wiping her tears away with her sleeve. Johnny just shrugged, "shit happens," he said pulling his car up to her house. "Thanks for the ride Nny" Devi jumped out and ran inside.
~ sorry this was so short but umm I'm lazy so fuck you, so the next chapter should be up soon please R+R!!!!!!!! ~
"In other news this morning the body of 23 year old Christopher Bird was found in an ally in the back of funkin gonuts, police say the body was beaten and drained of all his blood, probably in a satanic ritual. Sad, sad, world out there, back to you tom" the words spilled from the T.V.
Devi almost didn't believe what she was seeing or hearing, Chris was her friend and now he was dead. The tears came slowly to Devi, but once they started, they did not leave easily.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Devi sat in the small church down the road from her store. There along side her sat Chris's friend's family and fellow workers. When the minister was finished speaking every one rose. Devi walked up to her friends casket. A tear dripped off of her face and dropped onto his pale white skin, Devi wasn't fond of the whole open casket idea, but who was she to complain. She couldn't take her eyes off of him. His black hair was matted against his head and his body was cold and firm. The only noises Devi could year was the sound of sobbing and the occasional whisper. "What kind of monster could do this" she asked herself.
It was a cold and long walk home but for some reason Devi didn't care. She felt numb all over and her head spun. A familiar car pulled up beside her and honked. "Johnny," Devi whispered. "Want a lift?" he asked pushing open the door for her. She nodded and jumped in the car. Johnny spotted her red face and knew she had been crying. "Hey, uh you ok?" he asked raising an eyebrow. "Yeah I'm ok, I just got out of a funeral." She answered wiping her tears away with her sleeve. Johnny just shrugged, "shit happens," he said pulling his car up to her house. "Thanks for the ride Nny" Devi jumped out and ran inside.
~ sorry this was so short but umm I'm lazy so fuck you, so the next chapter should be up soon please R+R!!!!!!!! ~