The Rift

Chapter Eight: Cold Blood

Drew this using a "Draw your OCs like this" template. Its David and Grace, and of course i had to draw Evan cause he deeply supports the Grave pairing XD
I will sketch more characters soon enough

4-9-16: SOOOO I kinda took a break from wattpad for a while but im back now. I went on a vacation AND Im going to a Wye Oak concert in July!!!

So finally here is the next chapter of The Rift after a month long hiatus.

SEPTEMBER

The chirping of crickets can be heard all across Haven as a crescent moon rests above the sky. A slightly cold breeze brushes against my cheeks as Cody and I walk back to my house from the cafeteria. As the two of us walk past a lamppost, Cody scratches his blonde hair and says, "I really hope my parents don't give me shit tonight. I'm not in the mood."

I ask him, "You yelled at them yesterday then threatened to run away. It could have been so much worse."
"Yeah", he mumbles.
"You wanna talk about it?"

"No", Cody sternly says to me as we approach my house.
"You sure? I'm always here-"
"I said no, now drop it", Cody tells me, anger in his voice.
I face him and say, "Cody, I'm your friend. You can talk to me, you know that right?"
He looks at me and says, "Maybe some things are best being unsaid. I'll see you tomorrow."

Cody walks off into the night, heading down the street near the lights of the lampposts.

I walk up onto the porch of the two story house, where Thomas and Lisbeth are sitting on the porch swing, reading a book. Thomas's short legs hang from the bench, the tips of his shoes barely touching the floor. Lisbeth and Thomas have really grown close since last year. She's definitely taken over as his older sibling
"Hi, David", Thomas calls to me.
"Hey, guys", I say as I approach them, "Whatcha reading?"

"A Tale of Two Cities", Lisbeth tells me, "Thomas picked it out."

"Yeah, I've read it. Isn't it a little complicated for you, Thomas?", I ask.
"No", Thomas shakes his head, "Lisbeth will help me with the big words. But can I ask you something, David?"
"Sure", I reply.
"Why do you think the poor people in France hated the rich people?"

I tell Thomas, "Well, it was because the poor people weren't being treated fairly, so they rebelled."
"But why did they have to kill people?", Thomas asks with a sad tone.

I give a slight sigh and say, "People don't know what they're doing when they're angry, Thomas. The peasants in France were very angry with the rich people, so they killed them. It's not right. Killing because you're simply angry is never right. You understand, Thomas?"

Thomas nods.

"Okay, I'll leave you two to it then", I say, then I approach the front door and step inside.

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OCTOBER

I awaken next to Grace in our bed, our backs facing each other. A thick layer of blankets covers our bodies, along with our sleepwear. The white curtains on the windows keep out most of the morning sunlight. I peel off the blankets and slowly sit up in the bed, my bare feet touching the carpeted floor and I run a hand through my messed up black hair. I have on a gray t-shirt and a pair of blue plaid pajama bottoms.