Mr. Perfect

Chapter 28: Fights and Vibes

Faith (P.O.V.):

"E-E-E-Evan." I said, still clinging to him.

"FAITH, WHAT THE HELL!?" Evan yelled angrily, gripping my arms. "WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM!? ARE YOU INSANE!?"

I cried, looking down.

"DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT YOU WERE ABOUT TO DO?" Evan yelled. "WHY WOULD YOU DO SOMETHING INSANE LIKE THAT?"

"BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO LIVE!" I yelled, pulling away. "I'M SICK AND TIRED OF LIVING!"

"SO YOU DECIDED TO COMMIT SUICIDE! ARE YOU SICK IN THE HEAD? WHO F***ING DOES THAT!?"

I collapsed to the floor, crying.

Evan sighed heavily, ran his fingers through his hair, and knelt on the floor.

"Faith," Evan said softly. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you like that. Please, don't cry."

I shook my head, continuing to cry.

"It's just that if I came a second late, then..." Evan trailed off. "But I didn't mean to yell at you."

"Evan, I-I-I-I killed her!" I said. "I-I-I-I killed my Mama! I'm...I'm...I'm a murderer! I-I-I killed her!"

Evan looked at me in confusion. 

"Listen to me," He said, putting his hand on my cheek. "You didn't kill anyone. You're not a murderer!"

"Yes, I am..." I said. "E-E-Everybody thinks that...A-A-All of them...T-T-They all...All of them...They think that I-I murdered..."

"Nobody thinks that. Nobody thinks you killed anybody. You didn't do anything."

Yes, I-I did. If it weren't for me, s-s-she wouldn't have died. I'm her killer."

"Faith, stop blaming yourself for something you haven't done. I know you better than I know myself. You're not a murderer. You didn't kill anybody."

"I did. I did, Evan...I still remember that day very well."

*** 3 days before Thursday, March 19, 2014 ***

"Come on,  girls!" Mrs. Morris, my dance teacher, announced. "We have three more days of practice left. We got this! We can do it!" 

After I heard this, I was more than determined to get it right. 

I understood everything. Every move. Every step. I listened for the one part that would groove me and the melody to move me. I wanted to feel the beat, let go of all my tensions, and get the rhythm into my soul. It was my reason for living. I was nothing without it.

"Faith, you are getting good at this." My friend said. "I can never really get it right. You should help me in getting it right."

"I don't know, Maya," I said. "I'm not even sure if I'm doing this right."

"Are you kidding me? Of course you are! It is so obvious from your passion and dedication." 

"Okay, okay. I will help you practice.

"Yay, thank you so much. I want to get this right."

"Attention girls!" Mrs. Morris said. "On Thursday, I want everybody to be here 30 minutes early. We need to warm up and get ready. This is going to be the biggest and best day of your life. Be ready to impress everybody."