Bryn’s POV –
I kill the engine and shove the keys into my pocket. Blissity stretches her arms out in front of her then grabs the handle of the door and pushes it open. I step out of the car afterwards and both Blissity and I begin walking up this somewhat of a steep hill that enters the park. We could have walked around and entered through the front entrance but we didn’t have the energy to make a trip like that.
That’s another thing we have in common, we’re extremely lazy.
I run my hands through my hair, pushing it behind my head. Usually at times like this where I just need a break from the negative thoughts, the park would help but right now it seems as though the park suddenly has taken a disliking towards me.
I say this because as we make a turn and continue walking along the concrete path, the only thing I take notice of is couples. People holding hands, laughing, kissing, and hugging. How fucking great, they just look so happy and here I am looking miserable.
When will I ever have a break?
With a shake of my head, I look at Blissity who was staring around the park. We take a seat on a bench which gave us a pretty good view of the scenery in front of us. The trees, birds, squirrels, the river behind the park and even the sunset.
The sound of children laughing as they play with their dogs rang in my ears and the wind rustling through the branches blended in perfectly. Maybe if I shut my eyes, the negative thoughts will finally cease to exist.
“Are you going to continue what you do?” Blissity says nervously, staring at the sunset in front of her.
I look at the pinkish clouds, roaming in the opposite direction of the orange sun. Shrugging my shoulders, I glance at her and poke out my bottom lip unknowingly.
“I have no other choice do I? It’s a little harder now, more people are discovering who I am and pretty soon I think all of California will know. For now, we need the money to move out in case that does happen.”
Blissity sighs, shaking her head in misunderstanding. “I don’t see the point of killing people for money. I mean, I understand you do it because of mom and dad but...think about it.”
“I know what you mean.” I nod my head, understanding her perfectly. “When I was fifteen and Derek handed me my first rifle...I thought to myself; what’s the point of killing other people? Yeah it’s for the money and Derek always said we kill to survive but...It just didn’t make sense.”
“I want to be normal.”
I scoff, “Don’t start.”
“I’m being serious; all I do is sit at home or go out with you and Zoey or whoever. I don’t have friends, I’m lucky that I met Drew that night because I thought I’d never meet someone new. I’m bored all the time. I try to be happy for you...I try to look up to you but I can’t because I’m looking up to someone who pulls a trigger to make money.” Blissity looks at me. “When I watch TV and I see shows that express the way a teen’s life should be I honestly get jealous because mine is not even close to that.”
“Blissity you’re acting like I wanted this to be the way you lived. I didn’t want this, you would be in school if mom and dad were still alive but they’re not and I know it’s my fault but-”
“It wasn’t your fault.”
I groan, “Why are you bringing this up at a time like this? Do you know what’s been happening this entire month or two?”
She nods, bringing her hands together fretfully. “Yes.”
“I don’t think you do.” I shake my hand and grab her hand. She flinches, afraid that I’d strike her but I only take her palm and place it on the back of my head so she can feel the stitches.
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Die for us
Teen FictionLet me just put it this way: She lied to him. He believed her. Now she lives with the guilt of knowing he's fallen for the girl she isn't. But she's a afraid to spill the truth. Because she knows the only thing he'd die for, Is vengeance.
