Damien and Juliet (ON HOLD)

C27| Gone to hell

Ciao!

The song is the one I listened to on repeat while writing this chapter. It's called "Girls Talk Boys", it's by 5SOS and it's amazing. It was also in the reboot of 'Ghostbusters' (which was awesome btw! Stay till after the credits for those who have yet to watch it!).

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UNEDITED. FEEL FREE TO KINDLY POINT OUT ANY MISTAKES I MAY HAVE MADE.

❉ s a r a h ❉

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C27

My body trembled and my nose stung as I trudged through the pristine, white forest. Every time I exhaled, my breath came out in a cloud of mist and whenever I stopped rubbing my gloved hands together, another surge of pain would shoot throughout my body as it attempted to keep the icy, crisp air at bay.

Every step took immense effort as it was practically impossible to lift my galoshes from thick snow I was tramping through.

When I finally found the cars we kept above the compound, I breathed out a visible sigh of relief and after I hugged the blanket I'd brought closer to my body, I hurried to the car matching the keys I'd stolen minutes beforehand and fumbled to get into it, throwing the thick blanket onto the passenger's seat.

Silently thanking whoever it was that had been maintaining the cars to ensure they kept working during the cold, I successfully started the engine and quickly pulled out of the compound, blasting the heaters as high as they would go.

I drove in silence for a while, my mind blank and my chest tight as I found myself driving through a small, familiar, snow covered town. Finally, after half an hour of driving, I pulled into a familiar parking lot and once I'd taken a deep breath, I adjusted the beanie on my head and I snatched the blanket from the seat beside me before jumping out of the car and automatically draping the thick material over my shoulders when the freezing wind infiltrated my clothing.

Soundlessly, I entered the eerily silent, small, intimidating cemetery and, following the mental map inside my head, I effortlessly navigated my way to the graves of the two people who meant the most to me.

My parents.

Even though the police ruled them both as missing, I knew the truth. Because of that, it seemed appropriate to give them a proper funeral when I was old enough and able to afford it –even if the caskets they were buried in were empty.

I still can't believe those assholes took their bodies with them.

When I saw the two headstones, side by side, I knelt down on the ground and as the knees of my jeans became damp, I brushed away the thin layer of snow covering the grass between the two of the headstones and, with the blanket still over my shoulders, I sat, using the thickness of the blanket to stop from getting my jeans wetter than they already were.

A few, quiet minutes passed and even though it was freezing, I'd grown used to the weather after coming out here for so many years.

Over and over again, my eyes scanned the words written into the gravestones and a small smile formed on my lips when the memories of the past flooded my thoughts.