Me & You (girlxgirl)

Chapter Twelve-Starring Role

All I can remember is sweating. I didn't shed a tear. I don't remember hearing anything, seeing anything, or smelling anything. All I can remember is the feeling of my sweaty hands clamped together as I reminisced over lost love, even if that love was a lie.

"I'm Mariah, and I take it you're Casey" She said in a relaxed yet excited tone. I automatically loved her bubbly personality. She was one of those people who you had to love.

She was also trying to kill you.

She was innocent but she put on a tough front. That very first day she marched up to the football team and got invited to the most dangerous event of the year. I , then decided that it was too dangerous for her to go alone.I was already falling for her,

Falling to your grave.

That ride home in the Volvo from the re-location centre. When I was given a new family. I thought I would have to start again. Instead, I found Mariah posing as my sister , ready to help me and comfort me in my time of need. 

Get over yourself. She was doing her job.

That day I told her about how my parents died. She was one of the only people I could trust with this secret.

And look what happened. She betrayed you. I thought you learned you're lesson before.

That was the day we kissed. I can remember every detail impeccably The scent of her hair as it blew into my face. Strawberry. The feeling of having her curled up on my body. The taste of her plush lips as they met mine, cherry,

I kissed a girl and I liked it, taste like her cherry chapstick....Don't mean I'm in love tonight. So true? my darling.

The dance. The way she looked was indescribable. Her dress, her hair, her eyes. Her eyes. They are what truly caused me to fall for her. Those emerald green eyes always smiling and sparkling. Pure beauty.

They were also deceitful and cold, but you were too busy checking out her hot body, right?

Finally, my last memory of Mariah. Well, the last memory of pure and true Mariah. The Mariah I loved. The day she made us a surprise picnic, looking like a hot farm girl. Obviously, I couldn't resist. We ended up rolling on the floor laughing as she kissed my neck, teasingly.

Yeah, she was teasing you. But I don't remember her nearly but not quite murdering of you turning you on.

Wait, what? Why is there someone else inside my head? Why am I not the only one in here? This is too weird. Am I like being haunted?

The voice snickered. 

No, much worse.

I looked up at Sean. His eyes were cold. They were iced over with pure hate and cold. Hate for the organisation that threatened peace, hate for the girl who toyed with my emotions and tried to kill me because of a girl her mother held. 

I glanced across at Farrell who shot me a reassuring and pitiful look. I told him what really happened straight away. He deserved to know. He didn't quite understand but he knew it was bad. He rushed right over when he heard. There was no doubt, he would always be my best friend, no brother.

Hey slut, come back to me!

My head went from slumping to vertical position. What was that?

I figured you needed a friend, so here I am you fag.

Stop it. I hissed in my head. Who did this mysterious voice think he was? 

"Casey" Sean bent down and whispered "Do you want to leave?" I looked around nervously, all her family thought she passed from some rare type of food poisoning. They also thought I was her girlfriend. I should stay. 

"You owe her nothing" Sean added. He was right. I didn't. I have payed my respects. I have remembered all our good times like a proper mourner. I'm free of her now, so yes. I will leave. 

You do that. 

There it was again, that stupid voice. What is it? Silence. No, it must just be stress from everything going on. I'm not going insane. Definitely not.

But as I left that church , did I imagine the sniggering in my head?