Chasing Freedom (Book 2)

Chapter Two: Wednesday's (Derek)

Chapter Two: Wednesday's (DEREK)

Two Wednesday's.

It's been two Wednesday's since I last saw her alive; two Wednesday's since our graduation and the battle with Malum, more than one Wednesday that we buried her grandparents, three and a half Wednesday's since I got accepted into New York University in the fall of 2019, and five Wednesday's since Aidenn came back to town and everything started falling apart.

Can you tell how much I actually hate Wednesday's?

Yet out of all the events that occurred on that day, there was one that stuck out the most. And I couldn't tell myself I didn't know why, but I knew it was because I never told her that I applied for two years in advance.

I never told anyone.

When I said I wanted to be a lawyer all those months ago, back when I thought everything was going to be okay; she talked me into applying somewhere far from Belmount. She didn't know I didn't apply for the fall that was to come in a couple of months.

I figured when things got better and everything was over, I would talk to her about it. I would tell her everything she wanted to know and everything she had absolutely no clue about.

That's what I said about a lot of things when she was alive.

That I would tell her.

That I just needed more time.

That she would always be around when I needed to talk to someone.

I never realized time was slipping through my fingers.

And before I could catch up, the battle was happening and she was going into it by herself, saying she had it under control and I wanted to believe her. But she had this gift, of seeing the good in a person no matter who it was and I knew she wouldn't have been able to do all the things she had been training for in the past six months.

I never thought it was going to be her father.

I never thought she would've darkened her soul months before she killed him with it.

I never thought she would die either.

I was clearly left out on a lot of things.

But before I knew what was happening; that ball of deathly magic was going right into her heart, and I couldn't stop it.

I couldn't do anything but sit at the side and watch her face her death.

I had a small sliver a hope that she would see it and be able to extinguish it before it killed her. But then she dropped, dying along with everything I had ever believed in.

I squeeze my eyes shut, allowing my memories to bring me back to that day...

There was blood everywhere.

Her grandparents' bodies were on the ground; the rest of us standing just outside the barrier, banging on the wall, desperate to be let in.

You could smell the agony in the air.

You could taste the dark magic on your tongue.

The knife was in her shaky hand, then it was plunged into his stomach; dark red blood coating her fingertips as she stared forward in horror.

Malum dropped and a couple of minutes later, the knife did too, along with Skylar's fragile body.

I ran towards her, dropping to the ground to save her, but I was too late.