Pretty Girl

Chapter Twenty Seven - October 15th 2015

Chapter Twenty Seven

Katrina's Pov - 21 Years old

The worst day of my life. Every single year. The one day I felt nothing but a sense of failure. I failed my best friend.

I hadn't been able to focus for months now. I hadn't gotten the video back and I hadn't tried. Everything else wass crashing in. Alex absolutely loathed me. Ballet was going horribly because I couldn't focus and nothing in my head was running right. I kept seeing him. Everywhere. How did I see a dead man walking around? How had my hallucinations gotten this bad?

I'd checked five times and verified if he was dead or not and for the first time, I actually started to consider that I might be going crazy. I mean it wouldn't be a surprise if I was but that didn't mean I was going to sit down with a shrink.

I'd been hitting dead ends everywhere.

I would tune him out. Everytime I saw him, I'd act like he was not there. He's dead for sure and I wasn't going to let his demons ruin the plans I needed to set in motion now. He would never be able to bother me again.

But then why did I feel like I was missing something. Something seemed so wrong.

My mind shifted to Alex. If only I was normal and worthy of him.
I hated to say it but I think he'd given up on expecting anything from me and I despised that. I wanted to run to him and just tell him everything but I couldn't.

Where would I even start? I didn't want to let him down. If he even began to understand how screwed up I was, he'd leave for real and if there was one person I didn't want in danger or involved in whatever this stupid mess may lead to, it was him.

Atleast now, it was under my control in a way where I could delude myself into thinking that he didn't want me only because I wasn't being truthful to him but if I told him everything and he left, I wouldn't be able to live with that. It would break every part of me that I had left.

I knew he was tough but at the same time, he hadn't fully lost his light. Atleast I hope he hadn't.  I hadn't seen him in over nine months. He never came back home since Lucas's funeral. Oh. They never found the body alright, but his parents had no more hope left after we made it look like he died from an accident.

I knew that Cassandra went to him. Everyone knew that they were never here now and I knew that this was when I should've do something to get everything back from that bítch but for some reason, I knew something was wrong.

Cassandra had barely spoken to me and she always seemed to be lost in her own world now. No threats, nothing. She wasn't being her fake self. She was just doing . . . nothing?

For someone that was dead set on making my life hell, she was doing terribly at it.

What was going on. Was Alex okay? Was he the reason? Why did I even feel concerned? Maybe it was just the fact that I was too suspicious because it felt off. It was never this calm and normal for me.

I huffed and walk towards Mia's gravestone. I usually went there at night but this time I wanted to be with her all day. She would smack me for not telling Alex the truth. I knew she would. She would always want me to choose my happiness over the other things but at the same time, she would tell me to fight and ruin anything or anyone that got in my way and that's exactly what I would do.

I lived for it now. To make the demons bleed, to make sure that anyone who crossed me would either die from fear or beg to survive one second more.

The bloodlust was crazy. So many sick creatures and they were all coming my way. What a wonderful coincidence.

My hand unconsciously patted my thigh right where my scarred flesh is. It was fúcking hilarious when I thought about it something. Pretty girl? Couldn't he do better than that? Why would I want to have an abomination like that on me? He wasn't even creative enough, the stupid sick fúck.