Part 11

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Ella's POV

I smile and laugh as Skyler and I sit at an outside table. We both got sick of cooking and decided to go out. On a small date. Skyler smiles and relaxes as we talk and wait for our food. She convinced me not to bring any weapons with me today. And for the first time in six years I went out without any weapons. I look at Skyler and I fall in love all over again.

A breeze blows her hair a little and when it settles it perfectly frames her face. There's soft music coming from the cafe we are at. Her freckles showing from the sun and her not wearing makeup. There are birds chirping around her. She looks like a princess. How did I get so lucky? i I love her so much. But everything changes, in what feels like seconds. People scream, the birds stop chirping. Was I screaming?

I watch with wide eyes as Skyler falls off her chair and to the ground. Blood coming out of her chest right where her heart is. I jump down and hold her head in my lap as i try to stop the bleeding. I cry as I watch the light leave her eyes. I know the cops came. Someone took her from my hands. But I don't move. I stare down at the blood on my hands. Her blood. The cops ask me questions. But I can barely talk.

I've been staying in my apartment for the past three weeks. Three weeks since her death. I think I'm starting to accept it. But now, I want. No need to find out who did it. I need to find out who killed Skyler. And I need to get revenge. So for three months. Every second of every day. I look for who killed her. I barely sleep. I need to find them. And after months, I find them. And I kill him.

He pleaded to me. Begged me to spare him. But I didn't listen to him. I shot him in his heart like he did to her. Next I went to the man who hired him. Skyler's own father. I made him suffer. I drew it out. Making him almost die three times, before I heal him up and then do it over again. And as I finally kill him. Nothing changes. I still feel terrible. I miss her so much. Even with them gone, I believe it's my fault. 



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