forever...
when I said
best friends forever, this wasn't what I
meant
chapter 4
"Caitlyn!" I screamed.
Deja vu, much?
The desk behind her's was splattered with blood, her neck
impaled with a shard of glass, her open eyes were glazed over.
Her partner scream and fainted.
I tried to run to her, but Max held me back. All those 11:11
wishes of wanting my problems to go away... I want to take them
all back.
"Caitlyn! I scream again. She doesn't move. She's
not dead. She can't be dead. Everyone is freaking out as
we're ushered out of the room.
I'm crying into Max's shirt, weeping loudly. This has to
be my fault. I wished that she'd go away! I'm a
murderer.
"This is all my fault!" I cry.
"Shh, it's not your fault, Mila. You didn't do
anything." Max whispers.
"Yes, I did! I wanted her to leave me alone!" I say.
Max rubs my back.
"You didn't do anything. You didn't do
anything." Max says. His voice is shaking, but it's
still calming. Just being in his arms is calming enough.
The paramedics roll a bodybag past us on a gernie. I take a deep
breath.
"Calm down." Max whispers. He's still rubbing my
back.
Max is never this serious. I guess he's almost as shaken up
as me.
Max never hugs anybody for this long. I felt special, but I also
felt like a murderer.
Author's note: I'd love some
feedback...
