Invisible

Deaths and Differences.

Third Person POV

Celestia ran. She ran as fast as her feet could carry her. Matthew ran after her. They were both devastated.

Ms. Regina just came up to the class, saying they could go, because Aimee just passed away.

The thunder rumbled, and Matthew saw Celestia, crying on the field, sitting on the center.

"Cel?" He whispered, sitting beside her, and she sniffled. "She can't-she can't-"

And he buried her in his arms, both of them sobbing.

"We have to go to the hospital." Matthew urged her, and she sighed. "Aimee is dead. Nothing will ever be the same."

"Make it the same." Matthew said.

Celestia shook her head, sighing sadly, but stood up. "Fine."

****

Vera sobbed hysterically, so did Beth, Daniel and Steve were slowly crying but hugging their wives.

Only the two teens, they stood beside Aimee's bed.

She looked lifeless, pale, but the smile that circled her lips was peaceful, it was unmistakable that she had died a peaceful death.

Celestia slammed shut her eyes, am remembered all moments she once had with Aimee.

When Aimee was 7 and Celestia 14, Matthew had invited her to his house to do a project.

Aimee had asked to Matthew innocently, "is she your new toy?" While batting her eyelashes.

Celestia had gently asked Aimee what did she mean by 'toy', and Aimee said that Matthew brought girls home, and said that, 'this girl is nice! I like her.' To Celestia.

She reminded Celestia so much of her own deceased younger cousin.

When she and Matthew officially went to his parents, she had excitedly 'called on bridesmaid'.

All the happy times.

Gone.

"When is the burial?" Celestia asked, her voice quivering.

"A week from now," Vera said, before sobbing again.

"Rest in peace, my little angel," Celestia whispered and kissed Aimee's forehead.

"Addio, il mio piccolo angelo."

She said in Italian. It had meant, 'goodbye, my little angel'.

She couldn't believe Aimee was gone.

Aimee was so sweet, so bubbly, so joyful, so young, she had a whole future, wrapped and unopened in front of her because of leukemia.

It was May.

It was a month until her birthday, but she had to leave first.

Celestia's couldn't contain the tears in her eyes, and rushed out of the room, crying.

She dug her nails to her left arm deep and pulled it away so hurriedly that she began to bleed.

"Oh, my God, Celly." Matthew said, and hugged her immediately.

"She's really gone," Celestia hiccupped, wiping her eyes. "Isn't she?"

Matthee gulped.

"Yes, she is."

***

The next week was a mess. Celestia couldn't come out of her room, and when she did, Matthew was making out with another girl.

Her name was . .

Nicolette Johnson.

Celestia's reaction wasn't expected. Matthew had expected she would rampage and cuss, like the Celestia he knew, but she just went closer to him and whispered on his ear.

"Have fun with Nicolette."

She hissed venomously and bumped shoulders with him viciously before leaving.

Matthew didn't beg for forgiveness this time, and he didn't know why.

He loved Celestia, but he kissed Nicolette, and he didn't know why.

"So, are you moving on this time?" Kimberly asked, and Celestia stood taller. "Duh!" She exclaimed.

"If he wants to play with fire, he'll be burnt."

Celestia showed the world a whole new side; a playgirl.

She changed boy-toys every week, but her studies were still great, so that the teachers didn't have an excuse to call her parents.

The way she dressed was more dark, her makeup was black, and she stood so tall, and had a regal, confident air about her that if her make-up was light and wore a ballgown, you would've thought she was a queen.

She didn't disobey rules, for she knew the line. But for the sake, this new attitude attracted one new someone;

Christopher Alden.

For he had known her well, and he too, knew that he can change this side of her.

"Hey Celestia!" He said, jogging towards Celestia, and she scoffed, her hand linked with a boy that he never saw.

"Wait a sec for me, Dave," she said, and he kissed her cheek before leaving.
"Are you a brand new girl version of Matthew now?" He snapped, and she tossed her brown hair arrogantly.

"I'm never that idiot, Chris." She said, before strutting away.

When she came back, Dave was nowhere to be seen. "Where's your new boy toy?" He questioned.

"Got bored of him," Celestia shrugged.

"Too much of a goody-two-shoes."

"Like you once were." Christopher shot back, and Celestia glowered at him. "Key word; once were." Celestia said angrily.

"I'm not who you once knew."

As arrogant and cocky her tone was, Christopher could slightly hear the sadness and bitterness in her voice. "I know you don't like this new lifestyle." He urged, his eyes pleading.

"You know nothing about me, Alden." She said darkly. "Nothing."

"You used to be happy. When you committed to someone."

Celestia chuckled darkly to herself. "Committing to someone only brings pain. When you get too close, it will end like a stab by a knife. I've got experiences-literal experiences of that."

Her used to be flawless, dark eyes was now cold and fathomless, narrowed at him.

"I'm sure you know exactly what I mean, don't you?" Her voice was taunting, malicious.

"Don't you remember happiness anymore?" Christopher begged, and Celestia gazed to the sky.

"Happiness?" She questioned.

"Where has it gone, I wonder? It has been gone from my life long ago." She mused.

"I do like this new lifestyle I inhabited this past month. I'll be sure to maintain it at my last year here. Be warned for grade twelve, Alden."

'Accidentally' flicking her hair at his face, she walked away, still as prideful as she came.