Whisper

6 Foot Under

I carried my best friend away from her outraged parent's house. They wouldn't listen, nor let me talk to begin with. Her father had threatened to call the law, and that was the last thing I needed.

Before Cassie had found me, I'd been running. I was running from what had happened to me before, because I was too young to truly understand what was happening. But I knew the cops. The cops had came to my house alot. I didn't know it, but my parents would leave me locked outside on numerous occasions. When I was older, I broke in through the back door, and snuck around to hear yelling and uncontrolled arguing.

I pushed my past behind me, and went through the most depressing gates I know. I wandered through, and felt many sprits and energies watch me. "Keep away!" I instructed. It was still dark, and it made this place seem like a place out of a horror movie.

Over the next hour I dug. Milo helped, alot. I could even agree to say that she did more work than I did. Once we'd finished, Milo was covered in dirt and blood. So was I. We gently lowered Cassie down into the pit that we'd dug, and caringly covered her body with soil.

I sunk to my knees next to her grave once Milo helped me bury her. I never would have believed that I would be the one to send her off. I cried uncontrollably, and Milo sat next to me the entire time. I wrapped my arms around her next, and sobbed into her long and smooth, yet dirty and bloody fur. She laid her head on my shoulder as I cried without a care in the world.

I woke up at sunrise, with Milo against my side. I held my hand out against the sun. Milo had awoken as I did, and she stretched and yawned. Then she ran. "Milo?" I yawned. By the time I'd opened my eyes from my yawn, I couldn't see her. "Milo?!" I called.

She didn't return for a minute, but when she did she trotted over with a few white roses in her mouth. A tear ran down my cheek, and the emotions flooded over me.

Then Milo ever so gently stepped up onto Cassie's grave and placed the roses down. She stepped off her grave ever gently, and came to sit next to me. She still had two roses in her mouth, and she looked up at me, wishing for me to take them.

I gave her a loving pat over her head, and hardly even wrapped my fingers under the roses before Milo released them. I stood up and placed the other two roses on the two graves beside Cassie's.

The other two graves were incredibly close. I'd buried Cassie right beside the both of them, under the same old tree that I used to spend many lonely hours visiting the dead. Now, instead of two graves side by side, there were three.

I placed one rose down on each of the other two unmarked graves, and fixed the heart formations made out of white pebbles I'd placed down, and made another for Cassie's. "Please take care of her. She's all I had." I pleaded as I turned and walked away from the graves.

I didn't want to, but I returned to Cassie's house. I couldn't leave her parents wondering what had happened to their beloved daughter, and I wished they hadn't blamed it on me. If I had killed her, wouldn't I have killed her and disappeared? Like the boy who actually did?!

I made a direct course for Cassie's, only to see cops on the block when I'd turned around the corner. Hmm...

Cassie kept the padlock on her door when we came home earlier, and the window was never locked. Had the cops already broken the door open? I had so many questions, and I couldn't mess up. Well... I could, but I didn't feel like giving myself a run for my money.

"Milo, up!" I said, and she jumped up on my chest. "Shh..." I hushed as I climbed up on the fence. I walked along until I could reach the overhanging part of their roof. I put Milo down and climbed up, and went over to the window.

I poked my head around the corner to make sure nobody had gotten in. I'd quietly squeezed between the windowsill and the sliding glass, and my pup followed.

I went to her desk and pulled out a leaflet of loose leaf paper. I borrowed a purple pen, and wrote on the black lines, as neatly, yet quickly as I could.

I didn't kill your daughter, but I know who did. I'm just as devastated at the loss of my best friend as you are of your daughter. She was like a sister to me. A sister of which I never had any true blood relation too, until the night of her plotted death, when we both laid motionless in pain in the cimemas' bathroom, bleeding together from our wounds from a man with a knife.

I would have never killed your daughter. I would have taken a bullet for her any day, and tonight I fought my hardest to help her. But he striked, not only at Cassie's chest, but my heart, and yours. I'm not the beast, and if you truly believe I am to blame for her death, then come find me. I'm not playing games, and this 'Murderous Beast' and 'Cruel Bitch' isn't going to give herself in for a crime she never committed.

Although, I will confess of one crime: for being the true friend of Cassie that I was!

See you when I see you,

Your so called 'Blackblooded Murderer."

Wow, okkay, finally got that off my chest. *phew* I had that locked in my head all day, and just had to fix up this chapter. It was too short for me to be satisfied with, and I just had to fix it.

Thanx! Be you, and stay true! <3 x