Author's Note;
Heh Heh Heh...SORRY!
pinkfluffyunicorn69
You are very good in describing some tiny details. Good chapter, waiting for the next one.
Why thank you:)
doctor wholock
Like this chapter. Yeah you are actually right that they weren't really important characters in this fic. Well then waiting for the next one.
-till next time
Glad you like it! Thank you for agreeing on that point:D
And here is the next chapter!
Twelvie
TWELVIE-IN-THE-HOUSE!
so as i promised my essay about my anger as to how you killed erica and boyd.
What you did was unacceptable and you must bring them back or i shall be very mad and a very mad twelvie is bad and you dont want that to happen! :(
You bring them back this instant im very mad and ive already been through their deaths and now you are making me go through it again and I dont like it:'(
If you kill another person then i will personally watch over you as you rewrite them all back in one by one. ALSO you must not kill Isaac and his sexy britishness and scarves or i will legit crumble and be broken and it will be your fault- i will sue you and take you to court so yeah!
-twelvie
And here we go...
But I can't bring them back. They are dead!
Yes I have made you go through it again, you are going to have to deal with it Twelvie:p
Well, I am the author and if I want to kill another person then I shall, but I will tell you if I do it will not be Isaac with his britishness and scarves, i could never kill him!
Thanks for reviewing by the wayXD
Ok, so this is a rather short chapter because I am so cruel...
NO! It is a short chapter because my mind is cruel and refuses to work and I had to rewrite this chapter about five times and I hated each of the previous ones and I couldn't think of anything to write, but any way, here it is. This is it.
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The sudden silence that surrounded me pressed against my head, creating an uncomfortable ringing sound in my ears. I shut the door behind me as I walked in then stood there, staring out the window on the other side of the room.
I had expected myself to break down crying like I seemed to usually do now, but no tears came, I didn't even feel sad or angry or helpless.
I didn't feel anything. Even the guilt was gone.
My phone buzzed in my pocket, the screen lighting up as I took it out and answered it, I hadn't even needed to look at the caller ID to see who it was,
"Where did you go?" Derek's voice said through the speaker,
"The loft…." I answered quietly,
"Why?" I looked down at my hand, the cuts had almost stopped bleeding but the glass was still poking out of my palm, it didn't even hurt…yet.
"I needed to leave" I replied as I finally walked further in, sitting down on the couch I held the phone up to my ear with my shoulder and then began looking for the biggest piece of glass before pulling it out. Blood welled up in the open hole, the red liquid shone unusually bright,
"What's going on?" I let the shard drop onto the little table in front of me, the glass making a 'plink!' as it landed.
"….nothing" I avoided the question and pulled out another piece, 'plink!' more blood welled up, my hand was starting to look like it had been dyed red.
"Kayla." The warning note was obvious,
"Nothing" I repeated, more firm this time, as I pulled out a third piece, I winced, the pain finally setting in, I let in 'plink!' onto the table before biting my lip and pulling out the fourth and final piece.
"Fine then." The line went dead, the monotonous beep sung in my ear so I let it drop from my ear and hung up on my side of the line as well.
I looked at my hand which seemed to be shredded, then at the pieces of glass on the table which had a coat of red on them as well, then back to my hand.
I knew it would heal, it had to and it would heal faster than normal, already the pain was starting to dull slightly. But I didn't really want it to.
I stood once more as rain began to lightly shower down, the small droplets falling against the window, I watched the droplets as the raced each other down, down, down the clear glass and then reached the bottom.
Walking out of the loft, I closed my injured hand in on itself, creating a fist, I felt the blood rise to the surface and pool over because of the action, the precious liquid dripping from the cuts. I reached the outside of the building and stood in the rain, letting the droplets roll down my upturned face, I had always loved the rain, but right now it was better than ever.
I tipped my head forward again and opened my injured palm, letting the water run over it, spreading the drops of blood and thinning them out.
And then I was walking again, back to the apartment, taking the longest way there and avoiding all the undercover area's just so I could spend more time in the rain.
The world spun around me as I was flipped through the air, my whole body rotating over the arm that was being pinned by the ass hole who had gotten the better of me. I was never going to live this one down, that was for sure.
A small groan escaped my lips as I landed flat on my back, a small ripple of pain spreading across my back. A pair of silver eyes stared down at me, a smirk had already formed on his face as he held my arm pinned above me.
"You're getting worse. What's up?" Derek released the pin and offered a hand to help me up. I took it and pulled myself up, rubbing the small of my back till the pain there went away.
"That was an awesome throw" I commented, obviously avoiding the question,
"How'd you do it?" I continued on, pulling out my hair and then retying it for about the seventh time in the training session.
"Kayla."
"Yes?"
"Answer the question"
"What question?" I asked innocently, looking down at the ground to avoid making eye contact with him.
"What. Is. Up. With. You?" He said it slowly and clearly, as if he was talking to a two year old, I shrugged and kept avoiding eye contact,
"You've been acting strange all day…well mainly all day, really just when you came back to the apartment. The other's realised it to…" I knew I'd been acting different and there was a simple answer to that, because I was different. Why I was different was not an answer that I had. I just was.
I aimed another punch at Derek, hoping that by making him go back to training, it would stop him from asking again. But no such luck, he simply deflected the punch and used his other hand to grab it, turning under my arm he now stood behind me, holding my right hand behind me, my elbow lifted up in the air. All he had to do was pull and I would fall to the ground. He knew it and I knew it.
"Answer the question Kayla"
"I don't know" I answered truthfully, relaxing into the pin, it was such a useful technique if you used it on the right person and sure enough Derek's hold loosened just a fraction, but that was all I needed.
I turned to my right and twisted my wrist around his, grabbing it as I turned. I was now the one holding his arm in a pin,
"Never loosen your grip" I sighed, releasing the pin and stepping back.
"What do you mean you don't know?"
"Exactly that. I don't know what is wrong"
"How could you not know what is wrong?"
"You tell me Derek. Because I have no idea what the hell is going on and it should be freaking me out but it isn't" normally I would have been pissed off, but there was no anger, there was no annoyance. There wasn't anything.
"So something is wrong" I didn't even have a comment for how stupid that sounded.
"What's happening?" he asked,
"When I found out, about Erica and Boyd I started shutting down, but I was still half there, when I saw them though….I lost myself. I didn't feel anything when I saw them. I didn't feel sad that they were dead, I wasn't angry at her killing them. I had started to feel guilty because really it's my fault they're dead, but that went away to. When I smashed the snow globe I didn't even feel that. Seriously Derek, look…" I shoved my hand out, turning my injured palm upwards. The holes were the glass had been stuck in where still obvious but there was no more blood.
"I didn't feel that Derek" He had taken the few steps over and was looking down at my hand,
"I should be feeling guilty for killing them, I should be angry at her, I should want revenge. Hell I should be freaking crying, but I'm not. I can't even freak out that this is happening. There's just nothing" I blurted out everything all at once, expecting some stupid response about how stupid I was being, but none came. Like usual, nothing ever went the way I thought it would.
"Come on" Derek took my hand and led the way further and further into the woods, I had no idea where we were going, but I followed him anyway.