The Runaway's

Chapter 2

𝚁𝚎𝚟𝚊'𝚜 𝙿𝚘𝚟

I ran to the door and saw...

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No one. I saw no one, at the door. I looked back at Ma.

Her body lifeless. Cold. Pale.

I wanted to scream, shout. But nothing came out. I took her hand and just started at her lifeless body lying on the floor with blood surrounding her. I felt arms hugging me from the side. I knew it was my brother so I just leaned my head and looked at her body.

Nothing came from me not even a single tear. I just looked at her body and that was the moment when my emotions turned off.

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"Reva I'm so sorry." My friend said feeling sympathy.

"It fine she needed to rest after everything that has happened and now she with dad." I looked up at the sky.

"Reva, is their anything we can do to help?" One of my other friends said.

"I'm fine and I mean it." I say back with frustration.

☀︎︎

It was the day of mom's funeral. Her funeral was an open casket funeral. It was just me and Travis. No one else. Her body seemed so peaceful. Travis was crying while I just looked at her.

I noticed something in her pocket. I looked left and right and then took it out of her pocket.

It was a peace of paper and a pocket knife. Why would she have a pocket knife?

Unless she might have known she was going to be a target that day. I shoved the pocket knife into my pocket along with the paper.

After 10 minutes Travis and I left.

☀︎︎/☽︎

It had been a month after Mom's death. I haven't had the courage to open the paper. It could say anything.

The knife on the other hand... Well let's just say I have played with it.

It is a beautiful silver color with black. It has amazing designs in it. It has some designs that I have a feeling I have seen but I'm not sure yet.

I have learned to play with the knife and balance it in my hand and even throw it. I even got myself some throwing knifes that are perfectly balanced and are a beautiful shiny black color.

I was admiring the pocket knife when I was interrupted by a ringing noise. I took out my phone from my pocket and answered my phone.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Reva go put something nice we're going clubbingggg!" Lilian, one of my friends, screamed on the phone.

"Nice try but I have nothing to wear."

"I thought you would've said that but I have that covered just go do your make-up and get ready I'll be there in 10." And with that she hung up.

~10 min later~

"Reva! Get your ass down the stairs!"

"Coming!" I ran down the stairs and there was my best friend holding a black dress. Very revealing if I say so myself. It was a nice coal black color that was a little over half of my thigh.