It All Has To End

Chapter 3

Making my way to the left side of the house I surely did not want to imagen what was in store for me. What if their killer hanged them on one of the many trees that were out there or shoved a gallon of paint down their throats or cut off their toes and fingers and shoved in their noses and mouths to stop them from breathing or what if the killer chopped off their feet and use them as a golf cub.....oh man I don't want to go out there. My hands had begun to get sweaty and cold, I bit my lip repeatedly, my body began to shake along with my heart beating faster, as I made the final step to turn the corner I could almost feel the sadness in the atmosphere, it was a cold and damp wind that left shivers down my body taking every inch of joyous feeling with it.

My heart sunk to what felt like the bottom of the ocean where there was no sunlight only darkness that roamed and nothing else. It reminded me of that day, tears began to escape my eyes it reminded me of when....... of when *sniff*.........

*flashback*

Macey's POV

Evening had long gone, the skies had completely darkened by then, three hours came to pass and it was now coming onto 9 o' clock and we were still here, in this place of loss and sadness. I glanced to the sky tonight, it was simply beautiful, the full moon radiated the darkness with only small sparks lightly scattered across the dark blanket that seem to have no end. It was perfect in my eyes, I always had a love for things that are naturally perfect, they amaze me and will continue to, for I count get enough of this beautiful place we call earth.

'Why couldn’t it be like this every night' I quietly thought to myself, but no, it had to be like this on such a sorrow occasion like this one. I took my last look at the night sky, everything seemed to blend together in harmony, and it looked so perfect up there, and unfortunately down here where I was standing there was nothing happy or joyous within a mile of this place. The chilly winds blew against my tiny body frame making me feel even more scared of this place from my scariest nightmares as a child growing up, in the atmosphere around me waves of regret, sadness and pain all jumbled together roamed this dark place attacking all who dear enter; those who are weak they get the better of and take over, the ones that are strong the waves are brushed off. I never would have come unless it was under the circumstances like this one. Along my feet, there were grey tombstones, everywhere those fatal letters and numbers we all don’t want to know imprinted on them.

Along this creepy terrain tall trees with aged cracks stood, every and now and then you could see one pair of small yellow eyes peer through the mist of blackness, what made me feel safe that it wasn't any carnivorous creature was the noise it made. I heard what I think was hooting so I just assumed it has to be an owl. When the sun was still out I notice every few feet were small patches of dried grass ready to die and fit in with the rest of its surroundings.

Okay so you might think why someone who is terrified of graveyards would be in one at 9 o' clock in the night. I hated graveyards for yes, but tonight was an exception any other night I would have sh*t myself my now but I had to be strong, swallow my fears about death and be there for her. I couldn't let her go through this alone, as scared as I was I couldn’t show it. I had got up and took a few steps back earlier because her sorrow was starting to overwhelm me and I didn't wanted to show her that I was scared as heck right now, so I stepped away for a breather for about a minute or so. A few feet in front of me were Valerie, my best friend since I was 6 yrs old, now we're both sixteen. Her brunette hair was resting right under her shoulders; she wore a black-Chinese styled dress and paired it with black ballerinas that had bows on either side slowly made my way towards her again

.When I reached there I stood right next to her and quickly glance at her, I gulped at the sight my expression instantly change to sadness I looked down at her in such pity, she was crouched down on her knees which had on mud, now, her face was smothered in black make-up, all the blush, mascara everything was a mess her skin appeared to be getting paler with each tear that streamed down her puffy cheeks dropped to the dry dirt that was now mud by her tears.

She kept yelling out ’no’ in screams of pain while banging against the tombstone which read Joy-Ann Patterson 5th April, 1973-13th February, 2010 with her fists. I couldn't stand  to see her like this anymore so I knelt down on my knees, placed my hand on her left shoulder and offered her a hug. She didn't say anything she just turned around to face me and held out her hands for the hug. I hugged her; she rested her head on my shoulder and continues to sob.

I patted her back and told her "I'm here for you" and I was, we’re bfs so we've been through a lot of things together. Val was always there even when I wasn't for her and I sometimes feel guilty about it You could hear her  yelling out 'no' over and over again above all the hooting coming from the trees and in each 'no' you could hear how truly hurt  and devastated she was by this tragedy. Out of no where I felt a drop of water on my forehead, then a few more before I knew it was drizzling. You know what the worst part is.... today is her birthday. What a birthday to have. The drizzling begun to get heavier but neither of us moved, she just kept weeping and I held her. All of a sudden I heard, again I heard it, what was that. My eyes bulged open *gasp*

 *end of flashback*

There was nothing to think about  but there surely was plenty.All of those sad times we shared together; I remembered that day ,it was last year but now it feels like just yesterday.By now tears were gushing down my cheeks, and all over the bloody body of my now, dead best friend.