The Cray's

Finale

This chapter was insanely hard for me to write and I am soooo sorry it took me forever and its not even that long. 

I am thinking about completely rewriting this story though so we'll see if this is really the end.

Enjoy

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My chest ached and my body was stiff. I felt like I could just curl up here while my soul ebbed away from existence. I wanted it to be over. That bastard took everything from me already. I have nothing now. 

I sat there for what felt like hours thinking nothing but how much I fucked up and how much I hated Len right now. Hate isn't even a strong enough word for what I felt about him. 

I stood up on shaky legs and wiped my face. God I've been such a cry baby lately. I knew exactly where i needed to go. Home.

I grabbed a blanket and drapped it over Tate before apologizing one last time and leaving. I got in the janitor's car and sped home. My hands ached from gripping the steering wheel so tightly and my knuckles were white.

I parked in front of my house and looked in the rearview mirror. Staring back at me was a scary sight. My eyes were a fiery green. My makeup was smeared and my hair was a wild mess. I looked like I belonged in an institution to sum it up.

Movement in the backseat moved my attention from my face. I grabbed my boot knife quickly. A dark figure rose into a sitting position. I turned around quickly and blocked a blow with my forearm. It instantly started stinging and I could smell the tangy scent of copper. He cut me! He didn't miss a beat and came at me again but I ducked and rolled out the car door. I barely had time to stand before he was coming at me again. I had to get the knife out of his hand. He swung at me but I leaned backward so the knife barely scraped me. 

He was big but I was faster. I jumped forward and swung twice. I got his right arm and his lung area. His arm wound was pretty deep. He stumbled for a second, shocked that I did some offense. I almost laughed. I loved this so much. The adrenaline sang in my veins and my heart pumped it through faster and faster by the minute.

I swung again and again but only clipped him each time. Except the next one. I sliced his stomach pretty badly. He dropped his knife and clutched the wound. His legs shook and he toppled over. This time I did laugh. I dropped down onto my knees and laughed right in has face while I watched his eyes slowly lose color and take his life with it. I spat in his face and pressed on his wound. 

When his body went I pulled my hands away from him. His body was still but I wanted to be sure. I leaned forward and turned my head so my ear was near his open lips. My ears strained to pick up anything. I was convinced that he was dead and was about to sit up when I heard it. A quiet whistle coming from his lungs. 

"You.....Bitch," he choked out before I felt a sharp pain in my chest. It was cold and hot at once. I choked and spit up a bit of blood before looking down. A knife was protruding from my chest. I could feel my heart slowly starting to give.

This is what it felt like to die. I flipped over and laid on my back while I felt my soul leave this world. The life didn't flash before my eyes. There wasn't a tunnel with a light at the end. I just felt at peace because I knew I wasn't leaving anything behind. All that I wanted was in front of me now. These were my last thoughts as the stairs slowly melted into the blackness of the sky.

I'm coming Alessa.