Helena sat there with Bentley for a little while longer. Without Bentley. ..how could she survive....she needed his love more then anything. She also needed his magic. Flashback: 'i'm an esper Helena....I can use magic to help you.' End of flashback. Helena fought back the tears that trailed in her eye's. She soon blinked them away and then got up. She put her bra and panties on and then went in her closet for a dress. After all...it was the prefect weather for a dress. She looked and looked and as her eye's wandered she spoted the amber dress that Bentley had gotten Helena the first day they met. She sighed a let a tear fall from her emrald eye and picked that dress out. She slipped it on. She looked in the mirror and pulled her long, dark hair that went to her waistline in a ponytail. She looked at the cold, naked, lifeless, Bentley...dead on the floor. "I will get revenge in that crul demon...even though it's dead...I will find all it's demon friends to kill them and smoke their bodies in their own blood." Said Helena. Helena picked Bentley's lifeless body up. He was heavy but she didn't care at this point. Helena felt as if every single drop of emotion was drained out of her. Every emotion but sadness. The anger was gone. The happy days were over. She felt as if her heart had been teared out. She couldn't think and talk....and even barley breath. Helena stopped at an old river. Bentley was still bleeding a bit and Helena was now covered in his blood. Helena set Bentley on the soft grass of the medow and went to look for a big piece of wood...flat wood maybe. Helena walked through the forest and tried fighting the tears the were wealing up in her eye's. "No...I wont cry...Bentley wouldn't want me to...." Helena said looking for the flat wood. Helena walked into the most beautiful part of the forest. It was flat land with trees surrounding the land. The sun light peaked through the trees leaves enough to give a warm feeling that made you want to confess all your sins. A tree stump was in the middle. "Oh....how enchanting..." Said Helena trailing off. She sat her bottom down on the stump and brought her knees to her face, which made her small figure look even smaller. She made her hands fold together and began praying that soon every thing would turn out. Helena felt her cheek stain with wetness of her tears that trailed down her beautiful face. "I won't cry....or...at least...I'll. ...try not to..." She said choking up. She stopped praying and looked up to the cloudy sky. It was strangly a day for rain. When Helena first came out it was slightly breezy with a touch of prefect sunlight warmth. "That's strange..." Whispered Helena. Helena suddenly heard a soft faint whisper of a song her mother used to sing her. "Dont worry about a little thing....you know I love...my darling. Fall down once....twice.....maybe three times...but I will be there to get you....love you...kiss you...take my hand I will lead you in the sancuary of my arm's." The soft voice sang. It was truly the most beautiful voice she had ever heard in her life. But who was it?
A/N: heelo!! sorry I haven't updated in a while...can you guess who is singing the song. btw I made up the lyrics of course! !! ^-^ bye for now I love u guys so much!!! -pleasestay
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Helena
ParanormalHelena Vert is an average 15 year old in the rush and brush of life and high school drama. Helena, her mother (Elba Vert) and father (Thomas Vert) Live an apartment complex called West Coast Building's. Her apartment has a freak fire and her mother...