Trapped in a Fantasy

Chapter-9

A/N: Hey my wattpadians, been a long time since I have updated. Pictures of the dresses E, Sasha and Sam will wear on the party are given above. Enjoy!
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Location: America

•••EVANGELINE•••

Birth.

Love.

Death.

My mother had told me those where the three pillars that would be needed to shape one's life. These brought purpose, grief and happiness to life. Three parts in life that were inevitable. She said the birth of a person was a blessing in every way. The cry of a new born was the mark of an epic beginning of another lifeline.

She then told me we lived because we were afraid of death. We knew our days were numbered and somehow this made life valuable. Between this period from the first cry to the last breathe, there was always love.

She had forgotten to mention the melancholy that existed in one's life. Even the simplest of problems had the potential to change someone.

I stood next to Sasha as I watched tears of pure pain, beyond my comprehension, roll down her beautiful blue eyes. With her skin turned pale, the simple black knee length dress she wore introduced a new dark aura around her.

That night I ran till my feet felt numb. Cried till my throat burned, till my tears dried. I found myself in front of Sasha's gate gaping in pure horror as I saw the ambulance take her grandma away. She screamed, trying to break from Jason's tight grip on her.

I saw her dad close the curtain after I had a glimpse of him in the house. I ran to Sasha, nearly falling flat on my face due to how my head was spinning.

All of us four friends had spent the night at her place that horrific day, comforting her which was of no use. I couldn't help myself but cry too.

Sasha had lost her mom at a young age. When her dad shut her out, trying to cope with his beloved wife's death, Sasha soon became inseparable with her Grandma who decided to move in to raise her.

Losing both of her loved ones nothing compared to a curse.

Death.

Death was pain to those who had lost what was close to their heart. The departure of one's soul brought nothing but grief upon another's soul.
After one's death we tried to do our best to keep their memory alive. To make sure, they never die even when the smell of blood had left their body.

"I never got a chance to say goodbye."

That moment as I stood next to her, as I watched my best friend cry with nothing I could do to take her pain away; I promised myself I'd make this graduation trip an escape for her. A place she'd find peace of mind. And let go of her sadness.

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(SEVERAL DAYS LATER)

After our graduation, me and Sasha had decided to stay home after forcing Sam and Jason to go to the graduation party at night. We made our own small 'party' at her place. We replaced the delicious graduation food with ordinary takeout, fancy hairstyles with a messy bun, epic dresses with pajamas and face full of makeup with face masks.

Graduation went pretty better than I expected it to be. I thought sadness would take over and ruin the day that's supposed to be the'best day of my life'.