Chapter 6

I stopped running and collapsed on the soft grass, staring out into the night.

It was dark, and I knew there were probably vamps hiding round the corner but I didn't care.

The sky was so pretty…how many secrets did it hide?

Like me? Did it suffer? Did it fake a smile, strain a laugh?

No.

I was alone.

I reached a hand out towards the stars. Ever since I was small, I always loved them. Always was memorized by the beauty of them. They knew what I went through, and though they couldn't help me, I used to believe they wanted to.

But I know they don't now.

No one wants to help me, no one really actually cares.

…And that's what hurts. Not the pain, not the lies.

The worthlessness, the sadness crushing me in drowning waves. They true realization that I was, truly…

By myself.

Funny how ridiculous that sounds when you've known that since you were small.

The stars….

I wish I could join them.

Shanes POV

I skipped Eve over the monopoly board and passed go. She cursed as she counted out money and handed it over. Mike laughed.

I normally would have laughed with him, but I couldn't tonight. That memory of the blood, the knife, still embedded itself into my brain.

Was it hers?

I really, really hoped not.

We finished up the game after I whipped both of their asses and Eve started to pack it up.

My gaze travelled to the window and I walked over there, staring out into the night.

The sky is always so pretty, don't you think? The way the stars smile at us, saying hello from all the way up there.

I wish I could join them.

I jumped and looked around, but Michael and Eve were still talking.

I turned back, it had felt like she'd said the words right next to me, the girl.

She always did love the stars.

"You're thinking about her aren't you?"

I snapped my head in the voices direction and saw Eve staring sadly out the window. "Claire I mean."

I sighed and nodded. There was no point in explaining.

She leant on the windowsill and continued staring. "I wish we could help her. I really do Shane."

"Yeah." Michael joined us at the window. "But we can."

We both looked at him. "Huh?"

"If we find out who's doing this, we can stop them right?"

"But she won't tell us." Eve countered.

"So? There are other means of finding out." He smiled dejectedly.

"You mean…follow her? We already tried that and it didn't exactly work mike." I said.

"No, but we can get information about where she lives, and talk to her parents right? Surely they'll want to help. With their help, we can sort this out."

"No offence dude, but that kind sounded stalkerish. Not judging though." I said straight faced.

He punched me in the arm.


I stumbled my way downstairs and groaned at bright light that attacked my eyeballs.

"Morning sleepyhead!" Alyssa chirped at me and flipped something that I think was meant to be a pancake. It was gooey and lumpy. Great.

"Lyss, tell me that's not breakfast."

"Duh, what do you think it is dumbass? Now be a good asshole and sit down." She flipped it again, but this time too high and it stuck to the upper wall.

"Uhhh oopsie." She said sheepishly, and turned round. "Shannneeeeeee?" she whined.

"Yeah?" I grunted rubbing my eyes.

"Can you be the bestest biggie brother and get the pancake down pleaaase?" she simpered in a goody goody voice.

I grinned cockily at her "can't, biggie brother asshole is being a good boy and sitting down like you told him to."

She threw her saucepan at me and I ducked.

"bitch." She called over her shoulder at me and I flipped her off, getting the coffee cup.

"So what are you doing today?" she asked me while scraping off the remains of the thing she called a pancake and tossed it in the bin.

"School. Then possibly going to Claire's house to talk to her parents."

"Ooooh can I come?"

"No."

She pouted "pleassssssse?"

I smiled and put on a look like I was considering it. Then "nope."

She glared and wacked me with her book bag. It thumped into my shoulder doing no damage whatsoever.

"Gotta go, bye Lyss!" I called and she harrumphed back at me.

I grinned and left to go to hell.

Hopefully though, Claire will be there.


We were walking to our usual tree for lunch when we saw her there.

She was shaking and writing something in a book. It looked kinda like a diary.

"Guys go get our lunches, I'll catch up." I said quietly and they nodded. I hid behind a nearby bush and watched her.

She leant her head back and lifted a hand to her face, tracing lines I couldn't see. Her sleeve slipped down and I got a brief glimpse of a line of red cuts, before they got covered up.

I sat back, shocked. They were cutting her too? God, whoever was doing this were completely sick.

Suddenly her phone buzzed and she jumped taking it out of her pocket, she looked at it.

And she started shaking like crazy. She clamped a hand over her mouth and dropped it into her lap, covering her face with her hands. Then she lurched up, stumbling, and started to run. I was about to go after her, when I saw a page had drifted out of her book. I ran forwards, picked it up and ran silently after her.

She was easier to follow this time, as she bolted through different streets, when she stopped outside a house.

I watched her straighten up, pull her hoodie up, and slowly stumbled uneasily to the door. She opened it, and I heard the lock click as she shut it.

Shit.

I paced outside. There was no car in the drive which meant her parents weren't home.

I waited 10 minutes before picking the lock, and going inside.

As I did, I looked at the sheet of paper she'd dropped.

and i swear my heart stopped.

They said they were going to kill me.

That was supposed to scare me I know, but instead it's finally starting to calm me.

I don't understand why they hate me so much, but actually maybe I do.

Cause I hate me too.

It isn't scaring me, maybe it's because my biggest wish, the one I pray for every night, even though god doesn't care about me, which I know.

Is to die.

I want to die. Is that strange diary?

I want to die.

And I will.

Finally.

...oh my GOD.

I clutched the door, my head spinning.

Claire no, oh please no, Claire. You don't, you don't want to die!

I don't want you to die.

Oh Claire I'm so sorry!

And with that, I barged into the house, desperate to save her.

I lost the girl. I won't lose you Claire.

OKKK not the best chapter i know :( sorry.

but still, thank you so much for all the lovely reviews, don't stop! :)

i hope you still enjoy this though, i've kinda left it on a cliffie, are her parents there? will shane see what they do to Claire? LOL.

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