Olivia
"What is the meaning if this yelling!" A teacher who I realized was the librarian, Mr. Turner. His jaw dropped to the floor.
"What happened?" He said as he knelt down and went to touch each of their pulse's. I know the only one who still has a pulse is Derek. His head was rested on my lap.
"Olivia, tha-" Derek stuttered. His eyes slowly shut. And he grew cold. More tears spillers out of my already crying eyes.
"Derek!" Was all cried before I broke down into hysterics.
* 1 week later *
"Come on Livie, her put this on." Bianca through an outfit to me. I looked around her pink room. The pink bed, with matching pink pillows. The pink walls, and the white desk with a pink floral pattern.
"Fine." I sigh shimmying the shirt over my white tank top.( Her outfit is above.)
"You look good. Makeup time!" She said as she motioned me to sit in her desk chair. She then proceeded to dump the contents of her makeup bag on the desk.
She proceeded to put 5 layers of concelear underneath my eyes. I knew why. I haven't slept since the incident. All I see when I close my eyes is their bodies.
She started with powder then worked on my eyes and then lips.
She tried to strike up conversation a few times I was in no mood to talk. So she talked about herself.
My life has changed a lot since that day. Every day I have to go to a therapist to talk about it. I haven't been to school. And now my friends are dragging me to a party.
How could they party at a time like this? They mourned for a few days and now nothing. I think about death a lot now. The worst part is they have no idea who did it to them.
Blake's perspective:
I've never been to a party before. No one likes me enough to invite me to one. So I was a bit surprised when I got a text from a kid named Kevin;
Hey bro, party at Stacey's 7:30, be there
I simply replied:
Me: Okay, who is Stacey?
Him: Bro, my girlfriend
Me: Where is her house?
Him: god Bro here, 5869 hojo street.
Soon after changing into some black skinny jeans and a black Nirvana shirt, I got in my car and started driving. As I turned on to the road, there was no where to park. Cars lined up and down the street. I could hear the bass of the music before I got out of the car.
I looked in the mirror and adjusted the grey beanie with my black hair sticking out of it. I sighed before I made my way to the house.
A/N:
Sorry for the boring fill chapter, but more to come! Super excited for you guys to read it. ~Valarie
