Pretty Girl

Chapter Twenty Two - December 16th 2013

Chapter Twenty Two

Katrina's Pov - 18 Years Old

It was not possible. I checked. He was dead. His rotting corpse was in front of me, ashes were scattered everywhere. Verona and I made sure we checked thoroughly later.

Then how did I just see him? My body quivered as I tried to hold in the bare minimum food that I had consumed.

Nothing stayed in anymore. I couldn't eat. I couldn't gain weight. Everything made me feel sick. If I ate, I wanted to throw up.

I ran to my room and threw up the salad and brownies that I had forced myself to eat in front of everyone.

Right, a foodie. I never failed to be surprised by how many people didn't know me at all. I could barely eat or sleep anymore. My life was shattering to pieces and I couldn't do anything about it.

I wasn't the best dancer around, I was not Alex's first choice when it came down to it, I was seeing Cyrus everywhere now and I didn't want to do anything anymore.

I needed to starve if I wanted to do anything. If I gained even a bit of weight I was fúcked. I needed to be able to dance.

What was I even here for?

He came first for me, but did I come first for anybody?

There was a party tonight at one of Alex's clubs and Cassandra was throwing it.

I wished I could seriously smack her fake face and step on her sometimes.

I genuinely just hated her. Who would've known that she was actually the devil in disguise. I was becoming even more bitter with all the secrets I knew. I hated knowing but I'd hate not knowing even more.

I got dressed quickly, needing a distraction from overthinking everything before I had another panic attack.

***

I slurred my words while I clung to a body that kept me upright.

There was a game that happened a minute ago or ten minutes ago or . . . I didn't know.

My head hurt.

"Y-You look like Alex." I said as I hugged the man holding my waist with a drunk smile.

His body was thinner. Did Alex become small? His hair was still so dark and nice though. Why did he smell so bad.

"I'm Jeremy not Alex. You wanna get out of here babe?"

Out of where?

"Alex I hate her . . . I think I told her my secret. Oopsie." I giggle while I'm guided to some place by Jera — Geronimo or Jerry — I forgot.

It was so funny.

But he was Alex. How could he be Geronimo Stilton?

Everything was blurry. Why was it all so blurry. It was like I'm flying. Can I fly?

I could feel my eyes close as my body was lifted by some sort of force.

Was I flying? Was the last thought that crossed my mind before I lost consciousness.

***

It hurt. Why did it hurt. Why was everything hurting.

My intoxicated body jerked to awareness haphazardly as my eyes snapped open.

What was this. No please. I —

My mind shut down as a piercing pain took over my body. The same pain that I felt nine dreadful years ago.