Sincerely, Gwen.

Chapter 4

"It's the third time this month." I whispered to Samael. He raised his eyebrows at my statement then looked down to his black sneakers fiddling with his shoelaces. The cafeteria doors swung open when a kid holding a pathetic dagger marched in parading his cream trench coat like what the cartoon detectives wear but instead with a few splatters of fake blood. The fake blood was bright red and the complete wrong consistency, he obviously just splattered some red acrylic paint from the art room onto his clothes in an attempt to look intimidating. I stood up from under the table and sighed "Do you really expect anyone to believe that is blood?" I rolled my eyes, and he said quickly "Shut up! I can hurt you" while waving his dagger around in the air. He clearly didn't know what he was doing, I was about to walk over to the idiotic kid when Samael stood up and stated to the boy "She isn't scared of you!" I turned around in disbelief and said, "No shit sherlock." The dumb boy took his chance to try and attack me from behind but like all of his decisions they were sloppy and poorly planned to result in me turning around and grabbing his knife by the blade. Real dark red blood dripped from my hand onto the lino floors. Samael and the cowardly boy gasped, the boy let go of the knife in my bloody hand, and I dropped it onto the red floors. The boy stepped back in horror of how I was not feeling the pain of the large cut in my palm. Samael rushed over to me to help me get to the nurse's office. Walking through the hallways Samael and I argued profusely on the fact of whether I need help. "Why do you even care about me?" I argued, but Samael swiftly answered "God, don't you see Gwen, I love you. All it took was one conversation and I knew it. You are beautiful, funny and just a good person in general." I sighed and returned with my remark stating "Samael, you are a great person, but I am the worst possible person for you." "What? Are you are murderer?" he teased. I looked him straight in hid ocean blue eyes and yelled "Yes, goddammit!" His eyes locked with mine widening slowly, but a flush of relief rushed over his face as he laughed. "I get it, ha-ha, you're a killer." I shook my head and replied, "No you don't understand, that girl, Elizabeth who is missing, I killed her!"