Marshall, You're Not Alone (GxG)

Chapter 21

Ah, I wonder... Was this some sort of retribution for my own sins, or one of my parents? Almost as if a curse lingered over my shoulders, death must have laughed the moment I was born, because it knew I would try to escape its grasp, and fail.

As I knelt on the cold ground, my knees bruised and bloody from the dirt and tiny stones scattered around pushing further into my skin, I wondered about the exact moment that control has slid out of my hands.

Maybe I never had it, just a delusion made in my mind to make myself feel better, to pretend. At the end of the day, the only thing I had control over was the color of my hair, a silly little thing, but meant much more than that.

Guess what Marshall, that was also taken from you.

Staring at the blood splattered on the ground, creeping dangerously close to my knees, there was something bothering me. Yes, this was the first time when I saw a dead man. Axel's eyes without its spark, hidden behind the shade of death's cloak, I was soon to be him. Lifeless, and gone.

However, as much as I tried to fight fate itself, today I was ready. Why? What changed?

Images of all the people I've met in the past months have flashed before my eyes. Like aliens, they appeared to share a feeling I never thought to experience - Warmth. But also, something else, a tiny spark that caused the fire to burn stronger than ever before. Surprisingly, caused by a tiny little girl, cheery and smiley to the point where you wondered how anyone could be this happy.

She was the product of love, meanwhile, I was the product of abondance and spite, yet it worked. Her soft plump lips still imprinted on my cheek.

"Is this funny to you?" Andrew's saliva splashing all over my face. "Stop smiling, you're about to look like this." He pointed at Axel's body, and I tried my best not to look.

Maybe this was it, the curse - Second, I experience happiness, I die.

No.

My mind was at war, unsure what to think anymore, wanting the people that I learned to accept to be the last thought.

"Told you not to fuck with me," Andrew raised my chin, looking into my eyes with pure terrifying anger. "You thought I would never find out? You tried to do shit behind my back?"

"It was just some weed..." I spoke back, not carrying about the outcome. He was overreacting, who kills a human over that?!

Earning myself a hit to the stomach and a slap to the face I let out a whine.

"I don't care if it was a fucking one dollar!" he screamed. "Noone does shit behind my back, that's what you get if you do that." Dragging my face to the side so I couldn't not look at Axel, I felt like throwing up, the paddle of dark thick blood growing with every passing minute. "Stupid girl, I have my morals you know? Killing a fucking teenager..." he whispered the last part, almost contemplating whether to put a bullet in my head.

How did I get myself into this mess? I shouldn't be greedy and stick to normal work at the convenience store, but that wouldn't allow me to save enough money to move out... Everything entangled only to at the end become a perfect circle -The irony. 

"Sorry kid," my heart dropped. "Blame yourself."

The sound of the gun as I took the last breath and tried not to cry and beg, even though I wanted to. Oh, how I wanted to.

"Drop it," A sharp threatening voice, that I immediately recognized.

Opening my teary eyes I glanced towards Daisy, who stood there with her gun pointed at Andrew. Her dark eyes snapping between the two of us, she wanted to tell me something but maintained her focus on the target.