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She's mine

Ok, well hope everyone enjoys this chapter, i tried making it longer. Well, this chapter is even more better because of ThenewDarkness, i thank him so much. Well you should press that button on the side that says 'vote' i would be so happy (:. Comment and if you leave a message about reading your story i do R4R, so just ask.

Hey you,                                                                                                August 29, 2011

It’s about midday, and I’m hanging around at school. It seems so unreal; I feel that I should be next to Katie. At the moment she’s all I can think about, I really don’t know what I would do if something happened to her. The only thing distracting me now is my writing.

After everything that happened in the last few days, I know now that my dad never cared for Katie or me. He wasn’t there for Katie the one time she really needed him, the one time I needed him. Now all I can do is wait for class to end and go to Katie. If they don’t hurry up I might just ditch and leave.

What happened? Well, here you go…

It began a couple of days ago, while I was putting Katie to bed.

“Goodnight, Katie. Sweet dreams.”

She gave me a weak smile. “’Night Bubby… Don’t let the bedbugs bite.”

I chuckled for a moment, then realised something was wrong. Katie was usually so energetic, yet tonight something was different. I studied her carefully. She did look a bit pale, but I wrote that down to being a trick of the light.

“All ok, Katie?” I asked.

“Yeah, Bubby,” she smiled at me again. “Just a bit tired…” She yawned as if to emphasize the point.

I got the message, reassured for the moment. “Ok… night, Katie.”

“Night, Bubby.” I turned off the light, and went downstairs to the living room. It was early yet, barely eleven, so I decided to wait up a bit for my father to come home. He didn’t, so I went to bed when I felt bored enough with the tv.

I lay down on my bed, just thinking about everything that had happened during the past week. As I thought of Claire I thought that maybe, just maybe, life was getting better.

I don’t remember falling asleep, just when I awoke. Damn, did I have a good dream! What time was it? Then I remembered that I had left my phone in Katie’s room, by her bed. I opened her door, wincing when it creaked loudly, but thankful that she hadn’t woken up. Where was that phone?

I noticed it by Katie’s bed, so I picked it up. I glanced at Katie to check if she was okay, and I saw that she was ill. She looked terrible, her face all red. Her breathing was harsh and irregular, and she was covered in sweat. I couldn’t ignore this.

“Katie,” I whispered, shaking her. No response.