The Door (On Hold)

Chapter 9

I walked into Max's house and I took a deep breath and remembered who I was now without Chris. Words starting shooting through my mind. Strong. Free. Nothing. The last word resonated most with me.

Was I nothing without Chris? I had a life now to disprove that, but wasn't the thought of him being on this planet what got me to where I am today?

I always thought that the day that I saw Chris again it would be at a concert in a huge stadium like Madison Square Garden or the O2. I never even thought it would be at his funeral.

Should I even go? There was a battle being fought in my mind. Part of me wanted to see how horrible he looks. Maybe everyone will finally see him as the monster that he was.

Another part of me told me to run for the hills. There would be no way that there wouldn't be some sort of disaster, fight, or just drama.

Chris probably wrote down some kind of conditions in his will. I may have to go.

Even in the grave he was still dictating my decisions.

I fell to my knees right there in the floor and started sobbing. Percy comes over and kisses my hand. He ends up just laying next to me seeming to be trying to comfort me.

When I snap out of my stupor of whichever emotions those were, I decide to get started on dinner. I might as well since Max will be home from work soon.

I put my keys in the dish and hang my jacket up.

Only one day at a time. You can do this. You can't go back through that door anyway. It hasn't even shown up since I got here.

One day at a time. Chris can't get you. He is dead. You are safe from his grasp. You can't climb out from the depths of hell to reach one person. You are safe.

You are safe. You are safe. You are safe. You are safe and protected. Just breathe.

'You are not safe and no one an protect you from me. I will always be here.'

Who said that?

'You don't even recognize the voice of your soulmate? How sad.'

No! Get out of my head! Get out! You aren't my soulmate! I never loved you! You were a lying bastard who didn't even know what love felt like. You are dead and that means that I am safe. So leave! No one wants you here!

'Are you sure about that princess? I can see into that pretty little head of yours. You don't want me gone at all. You want to see what your leaving turned me into. You want to know if I moved on when you left. Guess what? I did. Then, I met this girl who reminded me of you and I relapsed. I went to a dark place and it's all your fault that I am not alive anymore. You left and you hurt me, just like Mother said you would.'

Chris. I'm sorry that I hurt you, but I am very very glad that I left. You were making me into someone, something that made me hate myself everyday for just being with you. You didn't move on. You were trying to fill the void that I left. You were sick because you realized what you had done and the way that you treated me. You were sick because of what you had lost because of your actions. So just leave. I'm done fighting with you. I'm not going to your funeral. It would be disrespectful to be giddy at a dead person's casket. Goodbye Chris.

And that was that.
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(A/N)
Hello everybody! I just wanted to say a quick thanks to everyone who has read this book so far. I know that sometimes my updating is irregular and far in between sometimes, but I really do mean it when I say that I am really trying to get you this story in the best shape possible. I don't want to give you some stuff that I just pulled out of a hat so that's why updates would be irregular.

Okay, with that out of the way, I would like to say that this is probably one of the best stories I have ever written and this is the story that I had stuck to the most.

I love all of you so much and thanks again for taking the time out of your days to read this.
-Alyssa