'Til We Meet Again Book 2

Chapter 72

Last chapter of book 2

I find myself in a cold, dark, secluded room. I don't know where I am and I'm scared. I slowly walk around the area and come into view of the brown wooden stairs, there is a light shining on it. I creep up the steps and walk away from the staircase, the light vanished and I'm in darkness again. After walking for what felt like an eternity, I see the bedroom door open itself. I recognize the room, I'm in Marshall's house, but why? I tread my way inside and spot Marshall looking at the light shining through the window "Marshall" My voice echoes as I approach him, no response "What's going on?" I ask him as I stand behind him now. Still, no response "Marshall" Without any self-control, I wrap my arms around him and lay my head firmly on his back "I love you" I run my hand up to his chest as the other rests on his stomach and he slowly, in a creepy way, turns around.

I'm taken aback by the sight of his pale skin, darken bags under his eyes almost completely black. He has no pupils and iris, just white. On the side of his head, there is a bullet hole oozing blood out, dripping on the floor and I notice three more bullet holes on his chest with blood covering every square inch of his chest, all the way down to the waistband of his sweats. He looks like death "No" I scream out of my dream. I bolt up from my bed, panting and sweating. I run the back of my index finger across my bottom eyelid and feel a teardrop, I place my hand on my chest still out of breath and my heart is beating rapidly. Deshaun's death is messing me up, this is the second time I've dreamt this and it's freaking me out.

I check the clock on my nightstand; it's 3:54 in the morning. I excuse myself from my bed and walk over to my wardrobe, I open my wardrobe doors and pull out my white, long, transparent robe and put it on. I won't be able to go back to sleep after the dream I had. I go to my kitchen to drink some water to calm myself down because I'm still panicking, but instead of filling my glass with water, I throw it against the wall and it smashes to pieces. I break down crying, dropping to my knees. This hurts, I want the pain to stop, I can't take it anymore. I run both my hands behind my hair, gripping my hair in attempt to pull them out. Deshaun was my best friend, he helped me with everything. He is irreplaceable and I'll forever love him. I'm in disbelief, I can't believe I won't ever hear his laugh, the way he talks, I can't believe I won't see him again. I can't imagine what Shanice and Naomi are going through.

Naomi won't have a father for the rest of her life and the only man Shanice ever truly loved with all her heart got taken away from her in a blink of an eye. Now, all we have are memories of him. I hear the door open to the guest room "Amanda" I don't respond to Kristy. She rushes to the kitchen "Oh my god what happened?" She notices the shard of glass all over the kitchen floor "It hurts so much" I stay in the position I am, looking down at my knees with my eyes closed as I cry some more "Are you hurt?" I can hear the panic in Kristy's voice as she kneels to me "No" She finally gets why I'm crying and pulls me in for a tight hug "Shhh, it's gonna be okay" I lay my forehead flat on her shoulder and she squeezes me "Nothing will ever be the same again" I hold her tightly.

We stay in each other's arms for a few minutes and head back to sleep but I can't sleep, I stare at the ceiling, praying this is all a huge nightmare that once I wake up in the morning Shanice will tell me what her and Deshaun were up to yesterday. I already lost a brother, Ian, and now I lost the most important person in my life to murder over some fucking game of pool in CCC. I can't imagine how Marshall is feeling, I don't know what he is doing but I doubt he is asleep, he is probably drinking his weight in alcohol. Tomorrow is Deshauns funeral.

I drifted off to sleep last night without realizing it, I feel sluggish and down. I'm practically dragging myself out of bed to do my morning routine and dress up in my black dress I picked out last night before going to sleep. I finish up my morning routine and I smell pancakes coming from the kitchen, it smells delightful but I can't bring myself to eat, I don't feel well. A sudden wave of nausea forces me to the bathroom and I vomit my guts out in the toilet bowl "Amanda, are you okay?" I hear Kristy yell but I don't respond since I'm still vomiting. I finish and flush the toilet, I rinse my mouth out and head to the kitchen.