Author's Note – I told you guys that you wouldn't have to wait that long for the next instalment, see, I do actually keep my promises. At the moment, as I am writing this my Internet has gone bung for some reason but I'll try in another half hour or so to get online so I can put on Chapter 10. Well, if you are reading this, I was obviously successful and it wasn't just all a way to tell me that I need to pay for my Internet bill. Ooh, I painted my nails pink if anyone wants to know. "Gatecrasher Pink" to be exact. Ok, enough of my babbling...
Disclaimer - Just wondering, but are these disclaimers all that necessary? I mean I already wrote that anything in the books is not mine for all the chapters that I write so I don't see why I need a disclaimer in each chapter? Who started these disclaimers anyways? I mean, I haven't read anywhere on this site that you need one? Oh well, I don't own it unless I do; basically anything not in the books is all mine.
Chapter 11
Painkillers to kill the pain
Morgan's POV –
After I finished writing my poem, I fixed up my mascara (Yes, Mary K introduced me to a thing called "fashion") Since I had been crying (and it was cheap mascara) it had all dripped down my face so I had to clean it all off before I went back to Hunter's house.
As I went into the bathroom, I realised that this could all be done a lot quicker. I reached for my little compact mirror from a makeup bag in the cupboard above the little sink I shared with my English friend Mia. She was never really in and when she was she hardly stayed long enough to sleep. I guess she went out a lot, but that was ok with me, it just meant I had more privacy.
I took a quick look at my reflection. "How could he ever love me?" I asked myself. I shuddered at my sight of my face. I was disgusting. There was nothing special about me and all this time I thought that he loved me. I knew that I loved him, with all my heart, but just because someone is your muirn beatha dan, it doesn't mean that you're theirs.
I yelled in anger at my ugliness and once again the pain welled up inside me. Why did I have to be me? Why couldn't I have been some super model witch? Someone who was actually nice and wasn't created from the filth of the witch world, Ciaran McEwan. I was scum and Hunter knew it. I wonder why he didn't just break up with me I the first place?
Anyways, back to the task at hand. In my rage I threw the mirror against the tiled wall. The grout between the tiles was all scummy looking and mouldy. That was me and Hunter was the gleaming white tiles. The mirror and shattered to pieces. I'm already damned for life for breaking the mirror, I might as well get it over and done with.
I reached for a pen that was on the floor and drew a line across my wrists. I then remembered something about how if trying to commit suicide by slitting your wrists you should cut down instead of across. "Where had I learned that from?" I wondered. So I drew a line going down over the top of the line that was going across. It looked a lot like a Christian cross. It had been almost a year since I had been to a Church with my family.
Then suddenly, the bathroom door flew open and Mia was standing at the door.
"Hey, are you Christian or something?" she asked looking down at the markings on my wrist. I looked at her with my mouth wide open. What great timing! Argh!
"I see you've had an accident in here" she continued.
"Yeah, something like that, I kind of dropped the mirror and it shattered." Lying was so much easier than telling Mia, someone I didn't even know that well, that I was about to shove one of the shards of mirror into my wrist so that I could die.
"Hey, you look like you're having a rough night, why don't you come with me. I'm going down to Danny's with my boyfriend Michael. Do you want to come? You look as though you have a few sorrows to drown with some tequila."
She smiled at me and told me to fix up my mascara and then we could go.
How did she know?
"Hey, before we go, um, would you mind if you drove me to a friends house for a second, I kind of need to drop off something before the end of the night?"
"Yeah, sure, no problem, just wait a sec while I find my coat."
I fixed up my mascara and placed the letter that was enveloped with the words "To Hunter" written on the front and a bottle of pills into my pocket making sure she didn't see me slip them in.
We drove up to Hunter's house and as I got out I noticed that his car wasn't at home yet. I waited at the door for Daniel to come and when he did I gave him specific instructions to give it directly to Hunter. As I was walking down the steps to Mia's car I sighed and realised that I was finally taking control of my life, or what was left of it. No more troubles for me, no more worries, I was taking the easy way out of a lifetime of pain. Even though to a normal person this seems a sickening thought, it brought a smile to my face.
I slipped back into the car and we headed off to what seemed like what I need to do. It was like I was born to...die. I know we all eventually die but I had a feeling inside me like I needed to die like this. It was my fate, I cannot change my fate, my destiny...
Author's Note – Hey I forgot to mention, Happy Black Friday all my readers. I that seems weird, but all my black Fridays hold luckiness and happiness in them so I have actually been looking forward to day and I was not disappointed (except the fact that my Internet is still not working, but you can't get everything I guessï
