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Chapter Thirty Seven

Scarlett

This shouldn't have happened. None of it! If I've never even came to New York in the first place, all of this would have been avoided. But then what? I would've been different, Mel, Zach, and even Ria.

I flutter my eyes open and quickly close them fast, just wanting to give my eyes a break from all the crying I've endured. I nuzzle up into my fur coat. I feel body warmth next to me and I clasp my arm around theirs, feeling a need of comfort.

I cry softly, so no one would hear me, but I fail. I'm not a hushed cryer. "It's okay, everything is going to be all right, I'm here for you," they said. They all say that, but what do they know? They're not God! How on earth would they know that everything is going to be okay. If she dies, does that mean it's okay? No! It doesn't, these are fools talking their foolish knowledge! They know nothing-their delusional.

I cried harder, who's fault is it? I don't know, I'd blame me, but someone would shush me if I said that. That's what hurts, not being able to point a finger on the suspect. Well, Ashton. Of course he's the liable suspect, but who caused it?

My brain hurts with all of this talk. I don't want to think, I don't want to remember. It's all acrid to me and if I was to sit here and dwell on the fact, I might as well fall into an abysmal because that's what it feels like.

Abyss.

Ashton's dead. The fool committed suicide. I actually feel sorry for him because he wasn't right in the head, but then I remember, whose fault is that! His. He's a killer. He deserved what was to come to him, but the pathetic bitch took the weak way out.

Poor Ria. My sweet, innocent sister. She didn't deserve any of this. She was never involved with this horror. It's all my fault, she's had enough of all of it. But the stupid girl jumped in front of the damn gun for fucks sake! If you have time to jump in front of a bullet, you sure as hell have time to move out the fucking way.

I hate him. I hate him so much and when I get my hands on him, I'm going to do wonders to his pretty face. This is his fault. Not hers, oh of course it's not. This is his fault for being a damn coward! He's not even here to show his stupid f-

"Scarlett?" I feel someone shaking me. I look up and I see him? Why is he so near me, why is he holding me? I stumble out of my seat and I fall to the floor, "scar you've been shakin-"

"Don't! Don't you dare, you menace! Don't talk to me, don't hug me!" How the fuck did he get so close to me in the first place? His face falls to the ground, but I'm not done yet, "you're a coward, and I hate you! When Ria wakes up- if! If she wakes up I hope she leaves you and never looks back! No, she shouldn't have to leave, you do! You fucking-" I punch him. I punch him straight in the jaw. I start yelling and kicking him and he tries to hold my arms together.

"Scarlett, scarlett!" He shouts and people start to rush and get me off of him.

"I hate you so much! I never, ever... want to-" I crumble to the ground. I've broke. Literally and metaphorically. I fall and I don't get up, but that doesn't stop Zach. He rushes over to me and puts his arms around me. He rocks me back and forth and I'm physically strained to do anything else. I look around to see my family and in the corner of my eye I see a young woman video taping this whole fiasco.

Bitch you better run.

"What are you doing?" I get to my feet and I push her to the wall as she tries to get up. People start to restrain me and she looks like her life flashed before her eyes. I start kicking as hard as I can, "you think you're going to get away with this?" I shout and before I can shout again she runs as fast as she could. That little bitch was choppin' too, I'll tell you.