Pained Diamond (Sequel to; Destined Diamond)

Chapter 19

~ Elizabeth's PoV ~

I brushed my hair out of my eyes as the wind blew when we finally arrived home that day. I walked inside and saw Esme holding some cookies that smelled home baked and fresh out of the oven.

"Here you go dear, I just made these." Esme sad handing them over. I grinned and sat down tired from everything.

"Thank you, Esme." I say and got one of the chocolatey goodness. I heard the door open and the others came in.

Jasper gave me a look and walked away. Me and Esme began to talk when a memory ambushed me.

The girl sat down by a cliff crying so much. Suddenly it began raining hard, with hail accompanying it. She screamed in pain and tried to get shelter as this was really dangerous. All of a sudden some people appeared, and a horrific thing happened.

The girl wth the black locks, fair skin, and violet eyes was pushed off a cliff. And the girl screamed so loud, hurting her vocals.

The world stopped at that moment. Everyone hearing a scared, painful scream. And once the girl's body hit the ice lake-her eyes wide with sadness and fear, the world got to moving.

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"Today a scream was heard throughout the town, doctors, police, ambulances, even FBI people went to go check it out and have found a dead girl. Whether this is a homicide or a suicide people are not sure." Channel 4's reporter said continuing to keep going on and on.

"Last night it was reported for a girl to have died. No one knows quite who nor whether it was an act of suicide. But people do know this. She did not live, having fallen from quite a high drop." Channel 10's reported said as well showing scenes of the cliff.

Throughout the day thousands of reporters did this. Some due to the scream, some about the fair Angèl, others about other things. After a week the news changed: it was about a crying sound.

People believe it to be La Llororna, The Weeping Women, and it was a weeping person, a ghost that cried for a long while before it stopped.

I groaned and fell out of my chair holding my heart and feeling so cold. I shivered and screamed in pain. I felt so cold.

My body became as cold as ice, as if I were buried in ice. My ears popped and my throat ached as if I had swallowed so much water and like I cried so long.

"Evel!" a person screamed launching forward as the girl got ran over by a car.

The feelings suddenly changed. I felt as if pressure was being applied to my chest and something was suffocating me.

I shot up my hair hitting my face and I breathed heavily. I felt my eyes hurt and reached up to rub them and felt water. I was crying.

I looked up seeing the looks everyone was giving me and shot up running to my room. When I walked in I slammed the door shut and fell down the door holding my head in my hands.

Pretending sobs weren't leaving me. Pretending I didn't feel useless.

I needed to get out. Soon. Right know I felt like I was trapped making me feel claustrophobic. I stood up and changed my clothes from the uniform. I put on some black leggings, a white shirt that was a v-neck but really simple, and put on my black boots. I jumped out from my room and began to run away, turning randomly.

That was the day I found one of my many beautiful meadows.

I ran into a wall of trees and stopped immediately as I saw what was being hidden. There was a beautiful meadow-not even that, it was more of a field-that had so may flowers I've never seen before.

They all varied in colors: there were purple's, pink's, red's, yellow's, and so many, many more colors, all coming in so many different ways. It was beautiful.

In the middle was a clear pond in the middle along with a really pretty waterfall. The cliff bearing the waterfall was just as beautiful as the rest of the scenery. The real beautiful part was that the flowers my have been mixed up and looked like there was no place to walk without crushing some of the nature but there seemed to be a part free of this, only the flowers covered it up.

I walked forward and caressed all the nature around me. I felt the wind blow and my hair flew with it, dancing in the wind-and I realised: I was out of place. This nature. . .it didn't seem like a place to just wear the clothes I wore, and yet it did.

I arrived at the cliff and wished I could climb it. Wish up a harness, think about it, and it shall appear. I frowned but felt as I spoke it. "A harness, so as to keep me from falling."

And out of no where, it appeared, even going as far as fixing itself on me. I tugged at the rope and it stayed secure, so I started to claim.

And yes, this may have been dangerous, but I wanted to see what was at the top. When I finally climbed to the top I saw more trees, but when I turned: that was the sight to see.

How the colors all blended together, how the waterfall looked below me. It was all and indescribable and wonderful sight to see. Because I couldn't describe the way it looked, but I could describe the feeling's that I felt. But I wouldn't, at least not yet. Because this is a sight that you'd want to see, that you wouldn't even quite understand what it felt like.

I began climbing down when a rock seemed to slip. I frowned and steadied myself as I saw a note.

In here is a key, please keep if safe. It's in your hands know.

I read the note thirty times before I reached in the rock, my body making contact with the air.