Sincerely, Gwen.

Chapter 7

The sun shined through my white curtains onto my face. 'I must've fallen asleep' I thought. I walked into my bathroom and brushed my teeth.

 I just stared at myself in the dirty mirror for what only felt like a minute which in reality ended up being ten. I got changed into a large shirt and some baggy sweatpants. I thought it was odd I couldn't smell breakfast which Margaret normally cooks every morning. Bacon and eggs or banana chocolate chip pancakes, but today nothing and nobody was in the kitchen. 

I walked to Margaret's room expecting her to be asleep. I opened the door and fell to the old wooden floorboards. A pool of thick crimson red blood surrounded Margaret. Her eyes had rolled to the back of her head and her chest was stabbed at least ten times. I crawled over to the only person I could depend on. Tears fell down my red cheeks, I just sat there. I sat there for 2 hours sobbing and holding her lifeless body in my arms wishing it had been me. 

Margaret was the person I could always trust who would never turn her back on me no matter what I did. 

I was so engrossed in the obsessive thoughts on what I could have done to prevent this that I didn't realise Samael standing behind me. "Oh my god, Gwen what happened?" Samael said shakily behind me "Are you alright?" I turned around dropping Margaret and ran to Samael hugging him. I didn't want to let go but I separated from him, and he saw my red eyes with tears pouring from them. "I-I woke up and I couldn't find her, and I saw her like this." I sobbed and Samael pulled me into another tight hug.

 He stroked my back and whispered into my ear "It's alright, everything will be ok." He just held me and comforted me. After a few minutes of just holding each other, we walked into the kitchen, and he got me a glass of water. I tried to pick up the glass but every time I tried, I almost dropped it I was shaking so much. "Here, let me." Samael said. He picked up the glass and slowly poured a mouth full of water into my mouth.

 We stared at each other's eyes as if we were searching for something. Samael leaned closer to my face, and we kissed. It sounds dumb but even at 15 I wouldn't have wanted my first kiss to be anyone else. He pulled away and he shyly said "Sorry, your just really beautiful." I had never seen him this shy, I liked it. "Oh, thank you and trust me you don't need to apologise." I chuckled quietly.