God who is really still reading this! I feel sooo bad…THERE ARE ONLY GOING TO BE TWO MORE CHAPTERS! Im sorry…But don't worry, I will keep writing and I already have another story Im in the middle of…but im not going to start posting till I have a few chapters done…I just can't write and keep up with school…It's too hard for me. In the summer I will update a lot more and start writing again! That's why I don't update really fast (More like a lifetime)!

P.S. my computer was hacked that's why I couldn't update really fast I have been write this story on my iPod and that's really hard to do! I still don't have my computer back and idk when I will get it back! I can only post this because I'm using my friend computer! It might take me a while to update and I'm sorry! But I'm grateful that the hacker didn't crash my computer because then all of my stuff would be lost! Thanks for everyone who is still reading! XD

SPOV

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I was sitting in my room on my bed, just thinking; mostly about Carmelita. We have gotten so far in our relationship but we still had Travis out there and I was worried for her. He could hurt her and we could not even know. He did it once right, couldn't he do it again?
I felt like I was just babbling on and on about crap. This had gone so far and so many bad things had been happening to everyone; Carmelita, Bentley, Murray, and, well me.
There was a knock my door and my little green friend came in.
"Hey Sly, what's up?" He asked coming full view into the door. He was still a little wary about me being alone, but it has been two weeks and he has gotten better at not watching me all the time.
"Oh nothing, like normal. What's up with you?" I asked lying down and looking up at the ceiling.
"Nothing, just checking up I guess." He said. Over the past two weeks Bent was always checking up on me. He would give some really lame excuse to see me four times a day and was running out of ideas to ask. A couple times he would come in my room and when I asked what's up he would say he forgot. Bentley never forgets. I knew what he was really doing and didn't want to tell me, so I went to him. I told him that he didn't have come up with a dumb excuse just to check up on me. I told him I understood and I would do the same thing if it happened to him or Murray.
"I'm fine. What is Murray making for dinner?" I asked.
"I think he is making lasagna and garlic bread." He said.
I shot up, "Really?"
He smiled, "Yep."
I jumped out of my bed and ran into the kitchen and it smelleddivine. I sat at the stool waiting for the meal. Murray was standing by the stove wearing a chief hat and an apron that said 'kiss the cook'. We got that for him a few years ago as a joke but he loves it all the same. He was also holding a wooden spoon which he was using to stir the noodles in the pot.
"When is it going to be done?" I asked eagerly.
"In a little bit. Hold your horses. Sometimes you're hungrier than I am!" He chuckled.
"You make good food!" I yelled back.
"Good food? Good food! I make delicious food, amazing food,spectacular food. Don't call my food good!" He said.
"Well if you say so." I said nonchalantly.
Murray continued cooking and then there was a knock on the door. Bentley, who had move next to me jumped and looked at the door. Murray and I also looked. None of us spoke because nobody ever comes by the house. Our house isn't even a house really, just a really old, rundown apartment.
Bentley looked at Murray as if to say 'You're the biggest, you go check'. But Murray didn't want to check. He may be a big guy but is a wimp sometimes.
"Um I guess I'll see what it is." I said under my breath.
I got up slowly, not sure who or what was waiting for me. I check the peep hole to see who it was, but to my surprise there was no one there. I yanked the door open and nobody was there.
Well, ok then. Something caught my eye though. It was a paper in front of the door with my name on it. Well someone knows we're here; well that I am at least. I pick it up, closed the door and went back to the kitchen. Murray had put the food on the table and they were waiting for me.
"Nobody was there, just this." I said holding up the card.
"Well what does it say?" Bentley asked eagerly.
"I don't know." I said opening the letter.

Once upon a time there was a gem of great beauty. The gem could shine in the darkest of places and anybody would be a fool to not see the gem was beautiful. It was kept in a very safe place with the king of the land. The king took great care of his gem, but not good enough. One day an evil man came and took the gem right under the king's noise. He hid the gem in a secret place where the king would never find it. The thief said to the king: if he ever wanted his gem back he would have to meet the man by the river; if not the thief would throw the gem into the river where nobody could ever find it again. The king could never lose his gem so he met up with the thief to get his gem back. The thief was a man of his word and when the king came to the river the thief had his gem.

"Where is my gem?" The king growled. The thief showed himhis gem.

"What do you want with my gem?" The king asked.

"Nothing." said the thief.

"Then why did you want me to meet you here?" asked the king.

"No reason." replied the thief.

"Do you want my crown?" asked the king.

"No." the thief said.

"Then why steal the gem?" the king persisted.

The thief replied with a question.

"Do you think people were just born evil; that they cannot change no matter what?"

"I do not understand." replied the king. "What concern is it of mine? I am here for my gem."

"Some men steal because they are greedy and selfish; all they want is to be a king and have all the money in the world. Riches are what they want and nothing else. But others do not care. Some men steal for fun; some to see the people lose their belongings." The thief explained.

"I still do not understand." said the king. The thief walked towards the king and threw the gem into the river.

"Why did you do that?" the king exclaimed. The thief then stabbed the king with a sword.

"Why? What could you possible gain from this?" The king gasped.

'Nothing, that is the point; some men just want to watch the world burn." The thief replied as he watched Death claim him for his own. The thief pulled the real gem out of his pocket and said to himself, "But sometime those men want something beautiful in their life." The thief walked away from the dead king, taking the gem of Carmelita with him.
I finished reading it out loud.
"The gem of Carmelita-whatever that means-doesn't sound good." Bentley said.
Then it popped into my head. I grabbed my phone and called her; I had to make sure she was ok.
It was ringing and someone finally picked up on the fifth ring.
"Carmelita, are you ok?" I asked getting to the point.
"I wondered when I was going to hear from you."
That voice was the only voice that could haunt me in my dreams.
"Did you get my note?"

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Sooo how is it so far? I'm sorry again; I don't know when I'm going to get my computer back sorry to all. I will try to update soon but it's going to take some time because I'm using my iPod! Love you guys! XD P.S. the phrase: "some men just want to watch the world burn" is from the Dark Knight, it's not mine.

P.S.S. HACKED! Just kidding. Due to computer dilemmas your charming and creative writer could not update on her own and entrusted me with the honor to update this chapter for her. So sorry for the delay. ~ JDeppIsMyLovely