Lost Hope.

Chapter 3

Chapter 3:

Kat's P.O.V

"Beep, Beep, Beep!" My body felt heavy. Lifting my arm was just work at my part. I slammed the snooze button as I grown out of bed. My room wasn't that big. It's all black with some neon words on the wall saying 'RIOT'. Black light came useful when you want it.

Getting dressed was easy since it was out already. Black, fated, skinny jeans with some hightop black converse and a white polo shirt for school. The memory of Saturday just replays repeatedly in my head. 'I can't be possibly dead. And if I am why do I have to kill?' Sighing I run downstairs and out. 'Yay school.'

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To much happened today. Steph wouldn't talk to me and when I try she'll freak out. I know this is bad, but it doesn't mean she has to stop talking to me! I can handle her not being with me. A sudden buzz was vibrating in my back pocket. I take out my phone.

It's from Steph! I open it with excitement and worry.

'We need to talk please. Meet me at the hammock. It's important.'

I didn't even hesitate to go to the hammock. The hammock is such a peaceful place. It's like a small forest. Most people don't come here so it can be very private. Maybe that's why she called me here.

I searched for her. After a while of searching for a little I noticed where she can be. Up in the trees. There's only one we climb. It's large around and tall and easy to climb with vines everywhere. Up is a wooden platform I made since we go up most of the time.

I saw her. She is just breathtaking. Her light brown, long, curly hair flows the there is wind. Her lightly tanned skin glows in the sun and her eyes are crystal blue with a light green. She was wearing a red polo shirt with blue jeans. I can stare at her all day, but that'll be kind of weird in her part.

Once I sat with her she had sorrow in her eyes. I know she knows. I felt it. She didn't want to look at me. Mind you I didn't want to look at myself sometimes. I just wanted to hold her. Have her cold skin on mine. Embracing her telling her I'll be alright, but I couldn't. It wasn't going to be alright.

She was the first to break the silence.

"I'm an angel.." Her fragile voice cracked.

"I know. I know."

"I can't. I can't do this."

"I hate this, but we have no other choice."

"We did have a choice! If you didn't die we still can be together! I don't want to kill you!"

"You make it sound like we're married!"

"I'd love to be!"

Did I just hear that? Does she want to marry me? Blushing red, Steph was still yelling at me.

"Fine! If you won't listen to me then I'll leave!"

She started to get up. It was happening to fast. I don't want her to leave. So I didn't let her. I grabbed her arm gripping it tight. I felt a sudden shock in her. She turned to me in anger.

"Let go of me!"

"No!"

"Let g--"

I don't know what got into me. I pulled her towards me and... I kissed her. I felt her soft, smooth lips crash against mine. It was sudden accident but I took it to my advantage. She didn't move away or push me back. She kissed me back.

She was moving in deeper. My heart was racing like a rabbit. Her heart went up too. Our body was stiff. Slowly relaxing as I wrap my arms around her and pulled her on me. She gradually sat on my lap. I held her, but she started to pull back. Once I opened my eyes her presence was gone.

I shook my head. 'What am I doing?' Groaning I lifted myself. I stared at my hand. 'Why me?' I clenched my hand. Looking over the tree, it was a fear enough to hurt your legs if you jump. 'Maybe I'm immortal.' I question it but resisted. 'Not today.' I thought.

The sun was bound to set. Looking at my watch I saw it was seven. "Shit!" I rushed climbing down the tree. 'Mom is going to kill me!' Thank god my house was close to the hammock. Dashing I looked over to my mom.

"Mom, I'm so sor-"

She gave me a look of forgiveness and waved her hand to make me go to my room. I loved my mom. Walking into my dull room I sighed. Tossing my book bag across the room hitting to same place. The almost broken window.

Staring blankly into the ceiling as the fan moved in a rotation. My mine repeating what happen. Closing my eyes I watched it play out. Whispering to my self, "This is a problem."