10- What About Angels?

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{Brooke's pov}

"Y/n!!! Pleeeaassseee!! I FUCKING NEED YOU!!" I cried holding tightly on to my dead sisters hand. Ashton pulled me away. "No! No! Please!!" I screamed fighting against him. He kept pulling me out of the room as they pulled the sheets of the hospital bed over her face.

"No!" I screamed as the door to the room closed. I fell to the ground, crying. Ashton knelt next to me. I blocked out every word he said.

I stood there, black dress. Ready to put my sister, my friend, and my life into the ground. I couldn't help but wonder if she had thought of this part. Ashton stood next to me, he was wearing an all black suit. Luke on my other side. Wearing an all black suit as well. We walked down the isle. We reached the casket. I felt warm tears fall down my face. Her arms crossed over her chest, a bouquet of white roses in them. She was wearing her favorite outfit. I reached out and touched her hand, tears rushing down my face.

"I love you," I whispered then walked away. I took me seat. The rest of it was a blur, I didn't want to care too much, caring is what kills people.

I sat up, tears streaming down my face, I had the dream again. I grabbed my phone and looked at the time. 1:40. Too early to be awake. I lay back down and try to fall asleep. I don't have any luck. So I get up go to the bathroom and tip toe down stairs, trying to be as quiet as possible. I get a glass of water then go back up stairs. I sit on my bed, with my lap top, I look at a few things. Then my phone buzzes I look at it, I don't know the number but I answer it anyway.

"Hello?" I ask into the phone.

"Brooke! It's me, Emily, meet me at the park asap. We need to talk," She says quickly.

"Okay? I'll be there in a minute," I whisper into the phone. The call ends on her side, so I hang up on mine. I slip on a sweat shirt and pants. I grabbed my skate board, and tiptoed out side, closing the door as lightly as I could. I took off towards the park.

It was still dark when I got to the park. I looked around and saw a slim figure leaning against the slide, as I walked closer I realized they had a hood over their face, but I saw the brown hair hanging down, the slight curl. The moon light was just enough to see that.

"Emily?" I said, walking towards the figure.

"I'm surprised you came," She said, not looking up.

"Of course I came," I said, confused. "I was surprised you called."

"I didn't choose to fucking pack a bag and leave." She said, I could hear the anger in her voice.

"I know, but you are Ms. Moving on," I shrugged.

"What ever. Listen I need your help with something."

"What's that?"

"You'll see, so are you in or not?" She asked, still not looking up.

"Fine," I said.

"Hoods up." She said I flipped mine up, "leave your skate board we will get it later." She said then she turned and started running, I followed behind her. I didn't ask any more questions. Then we crouched behind the bushes in someone's front yard.

"They leave their bikes out. We need to steal them," She whispered looking me in the eye.

"What the hell! I had my skate board!" I whisper yelled.

"Shhh! I know, but stealing bikes will be more fun," she shrugged.  I sighed rolling my eyes. She ran over, grabbing one of the bikes, I grabbed the other. Then we took off down the street. I felt the wind in my hair, the pounding of my chest. A smile pressed across my face.  I followed Emily, until we came to another house. Emily reached into her backpack, she pulled out can of spray paint, and a frozen died fish.

"What are those for?" I asked quietly furrowing my brows.

"Revenge," she smirked. "Now come on!" She nodded towards the house.

"HELL no! I'm not breaking into someone's house! I'm not going to jail!" I whisper yelled.

"Wimp," she said, standing up and running over towards the tree, I groaned and rushed over towards the tree. She was already half way up the tree, I started climbing. After her, she was sitting on the roof when I got up, she saw me and smirked then she opened the window. I groaned. She climbed in, I followed. There on the bed was Bree. I reached out my hand, Emily handed me the fish. I reached back into her back pack and grabbed half of another fish. She put it right next to her face, I put the other one in the back corner of the closet. She then grabbed a razor, and shaving cream, my eyes widened. She walked over to the sleeping Bree, and shaved off a good chunk of her hair right above her ear, then we turned and jumped out of the window, climbing back down the tree. We waited in the bushes.

"3...2...1..." Emily counted down, the lights to Bree's room turned on and we heard her scream, we slapped hands and rode off on our bikes. We stopped at a few more houses and got her revenge. Then we went back to the park.

"So what happens now? Are you gonna go off skip towns. Show up in a couple years and come crashing back?" I half asked half stated. She laughed a little to herself.

"I know what's going to happen. And I'll tell you one thing. Don't expect a happy ending." She said then she turned and ran, I could have chased her. But it wasn't worth it. I would never get any answers from the mysterious Emily Krass. I rode my skate board back home, I flunked down on my bed and quickly fell asleep.

When I woke up and looked at the time. 11:00 AM. I walked down stairs in a haze. I sat down on the couch next to mum, she was watching the news.

Reporter 1- "A 17 year old girl was found today by her foster family. She was practically dead. She is now at Rosewood Community hospital, and in critical condition. She looked as though, quote, "she had been attacked by an intruder." Authorities say that there was proof of the home being broken into but nothing was stolen. Her name is not being released at..."

I felt the tears boiling in my eyes.

"Brooke we don't know if," Mum started but I cut her off.

"It has to be Emily" I mumbled. Then I got up. Grabbing my skateboard.

"Brooke! Where do you think your going,"

"I have to find out if it's her," I said. Then I closed the door and skated off towards the Garage.

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