ARC THREE: SOUL
The Thirteenth Chapter
Heartbreak
The next few days of are the worst of my life. I'd rushed home, thrown the groceries on the table, and fled to the bathroom, scrubbing the blood out of my clothes. But no matter how much I try, I can't wash away the feeling of complete hatred for myself.
I had always vowed never to kill a person. After my mom left, my dad would smack me around and even mess with my mind. He convinced me that Mom was dead and it was my fault.
Now I have broken that vow. I have taken another life.
"God," I whisper, curling up on my little cot. "What have I done?"
I had heard rumors that Boomerang's gang is lost, rampant and upset. Without their leader, without direction…they have fallen apart.
And it is my fault.
I suppose Katara hates me now…and she's so right, so right.
SMASH! A brick flies through the window, shattering the glass. I stand and look out the window, but the perpetrator is long gone. I reach down to the brick and swiftly untie the note attached.
I unfold the piece of paper, which is smudged with dirty fingerprints. My hands tremble as my eyes scan the coldly written words.
Carefully I pull a light from my pocket and hold it to the corner of the paper.
Flick.
I watched with an expression of anguish as everything – my hopes, my dreams, my future – goes up in flames.
Even as the fire eats away at the message, turns it to ash, I know I may remember these words forever.
Funny, that words from no one can affect me like this.
She's dead. She killed herself. Don't bother.