Second Chance

Chapter 9

I'm broken. I was too late. I sit on the jet, my hands shaking, my mission suit stained with blood. I can feel the darkness closing in. The jet lands, and I'm the first one off. I take off to my room, and I don't stop. I can hear someone calling my name, but I just keep going. I run into my room, and I lock the door behind me. I feel the walls closing in around me. I strip off my pants, my jacket, and walk straight to the closet. I grab my robe and head to the shower. I get in the shower and try my hardest to scrub off all of the blood. It's in my hair, in my shoes, under my fingernails... after I'm clean, I start scrubbing off my mission suit. I leave the outfit hanging over the shower, put on my mask, and head to my closet. I change into a pair of sweats and a T-shirt. I go to my bed and sit down. I can feel the tears streaming down my face. I can hear the several knocks on my door. But I just can't think of anything, but her. I can feel the rage, the sadness, the depression. I stand up and walk over to the window, looking out at the ocean. I can feel something inside of me snap. I can feel my hands shaking. I grab my TV, and throw it straight to the ground. I watch as it shatters on the floor. I grab my book shelf, and tear it to the ground. I take my nightstand and threw it against the wall, watching as it smashes into pieces. I can hear people yelling my name, but my mind cannot wrap around what has just happened. I knew she was in trouble. They told me not to panic. They told me not to worry. But my worrying was justified. She was it. She was the last piece of family I had left. We have been best friends since highschool, we were inseparable. She knew everything that happened to me, and she still never judged me. She would never ask what we were doing, she would come along with me, knowing that we may never make it out. She was the one person I could count on to always be there. I promised her that joining shield would be the best decision we would have ever made. I promised her parents, that I would look out for her, and now I'll have to be the one to tell them that their beautiful daughter, died saving the rest of her team members. She was so cold, but she still saved her strength so she could say goodbye to me. I held her as she took her last breath. She smiled and told me to not cry for her. She said that if it wasn't for me, her life would have been pointless. I kick the bathroom door down, breaking it, and watch it clatter to the ground. I take my fist and hit the wall. I punch the cold, metal wall over and over again. Blood is glistening my knuckles. I throw a punch at my closet door, and my hand goes right through it. I kick it down and stomp on it over and over again. I throw my clothes, I just let everything go. I crumble to the ground, in the middle of the room, with a picture of Cassie clutched in my hands. My heart is broken. I cannot believe that my best friend is gone. I start to hyperventilate. My head's spinning, and I can feel the tears just rushing down my face. I pull my knees up to my chest and wrap myself in a tight ball. Holding on to the picture as I feel the pain consume me. I close my eyes, hoping that this will somehow bring me peace. I hear a loud bang, and I can feel hands on my shoulders. I feel my body giving out, and I keep my eyes shut. Letting the pain, the sorrow take over. I am broken.