A/n: for a lot of you, this story will be confusing, but you must know that this story adds up to my other story, 'The day I died' this is Maria's Pov and in my other story it's a Liz pov. I doubt that you will catch on to this story if you don't read 'The day I died' but then again some of your probably will. Anyways tell me what you think; I would appreciate it if you send me a review, 'nods'. Also, thank you to all my reviews from chapter one, you guys are the only reason why I put up this chapter! So keep the feed back coming! Your opinions and criticism is most welcome! And now on with the pie!

I thought he was lying; I made myself believe that he was lying, although the look in his eyes denies it. I don't know how im supposed to feel, I feel numb, completely and utterly, numb, aren't I supposed to morn for my mother's death? Aren't I supposed too seek revenge? But instead I stand there, feeling emotionless, nothing, numb.

Its true, when they say your life flashes before your eyes before your near death. Yet what people forget to tell you is, that it flashes before your eyes when your already dead. Because now, im dead, my heart is beating, yet inside all there's left is an empty shell of nothingness.

My voice seems to fail me, im supposed to be the strong one, yet after Alex's death I grew distant to the one's I loved. Maybe if I was actually there for Liz, just maybe she would still be here, instead of 6 foot under, as well as Alex.

My eyes seem to linger on my mother's body; blood stains the carpet as it surrounds her small figure. Yet you couldn't even tell that she was my mother...with her eyes rolled back into her head, it frightens me to know that im all alone.

My eyes don't seem to want to look away, instead I just watching the blood which is still lingering from her wounds, oozing out from the cuts which the man has made. Her body is left in a broken position, yet not having the heart to move her; I slowly look back at the man, which claims to be my father.

There was a moment when I believed it, were I actually considered the possibility of this man in front of me being my father. I was completely and utterly disgusted with myself as I realised what im considering. It was probably because all my life I wanted a father, to come back to me and tell me that he got lost, and all his life he was trying to look for his dear and precious daughter that he loves so much. Yet now, now that I look back at the man which is soaked in blood, which is splattered on his clothing, I have come to realise that I don't want a father, don't want a man to claim that im his daughter because now its simply to late.

"You...bastard" I whisper as I look into his deep blue eyes, trying to find the truth, within his beautiful eyes yet he just stares at me.

"I hate you!" I scream, knowing now that nothing possibly could get any worse. My mother is dead...because of me, every one is dying, every one is leaving me in this cold heartless world, were I barley even live.

He shrugs my words off, "Were is she?" he demands once again, not even knowing what his talking about nor do I care.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I scream in frustration and pain.

"Love, tell me now or I will kill the rest of your little friends" He says to me bitterly, with out any emotion.

I look at him in resentment as I shake my head, "I don't even know what the hell your talking about! Were the hell is who?" I scream angrily as I push myself up from the floor. Trying to make my self look less vulnerable then I feel at the moment.

He clenches his fist as his fist lunges at me, I tightly close my eyes, knowing I cant stop the inevitable, I wait to get knocked down. Only to be greeted by a thud, I slightly turn my neck to see his fist in the wall, missing me by only inches.

This man cant be my father, his nothing but a lying, murderous bastard! I scream in my head. I once again look up at his piercing blue eyes.

"Liar" I whisper as I meet his cold, glaring eyes, it feels like his going to burn a hole right through my skin. I slowly wrap my arms around my self, feeling the isolation hit me suddenly.

"Think what you will but soon reality will come crumbling down on you, that you wont be able to escape truth"

He moves closer, if that's possible, I cant feel his breath against my skin, I try to move; only to have the wall stop me, he soon gives me a smirk as he continues to his destination.

"Burn in hell," I spit, feeling my whole body shake in dismay, trying to shut my eyes, no longer wanting to meet his.

"Where is she?" he demands once again, still not having a clue what his talking about, yet at the very same time not really caring.

"Were the fuck is Liz!" he finally states. My head snaps back, not wanting to hear my best friend name, not knowing wether I cant bear the pain. He grabs my shoulders, "Were is she!" he screams again.

I shrug him off, trying not to tremble under his rough embrace, as I once again meet his eyes, daring him to look away. Finding enough courage to give him a cold, eyes glare to make him back off. He soon does, as I reply slowly but coolie. "She dead" I say, taking every single bit of strength I had left.

"I know that! But where is she!" he asks again more violently if that was possible. "Where the fuck do you think she is? She's in her coffin! Is that good enough for you? Or do you want her to burn to?" I scream hysterically. Not caring if he hurts me, I drop down on my knees as I try to restrain my tears, yet they reluctantly fall. I don't bother to wipe them away; I put my arms around myself, trying to feel some warmth.

I soon feel another pair of arms around me, I quickly shake him off me, refusing his embrace. I feel my left cheek stinging in agony as I realise he slapped me. I hold my cheek, already feeling the burning sensation. I close my eyes as I slowly rock myself.

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