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Chapter 4

Scarlett's POV

"Scarlett?" I hear and whip my head around. I quickly gasp seeing who it is. Luke stood there looking guilty. I wipe my tears away and hang my head in shame. "I'm sorry I made you cry." He said and I shake my head. "Why the hell would I cry because of you. Have you ever thought it was bigger than you?" I ask raising my voice slightly. He looks taken back by my sudden outburst. "I'm sorry." He said and I shook my head. I stare at the grave in front of me and I can't help but sigh. All the memories rush into my head. Learning how to surf, laying on the beach eating Popsicles, braiding each others hair. All the problems we had back then seemed so stupid. I never knew what true problems were until she was gone. The one person who loved me when I didn't love myself. I was always the lonely little orphan child, until I met Layla. She was my life line. My world, My everything. She wasn't just my best friend, she was so much more. I can't thank her enough for being there for me. I met Layla in fourth grade when I moved here with my first foster family. I was the new kid and she was the class clown. The first day she opened the door she looked me up and down and smiled. I wasn't dressed like everyone else. I wore dark colours. I still remember what I was wearing when I first met her. Ripped blue jeans with an old pair of skate shoes and a black t-shirt with my hair in a bun on the top of my head. That day at lunch she shared her dunkaroos with me. From that day on we had become best friends. In grade six, her family adopted me after my third foster parents started to hate me. "Why are you crying Scarlett?" Luke asks pulling me from my thoughts. I couldn't find the right words to say it, so I lifted my arm. I pointed at the grave stone in front of where me and Luke were now sitting. The tears started falling from my eyes faster. Luke pulled me in his side and I cuddled into him. His scent filling my lungs made me feel so much better, but the tears still pored from my eyes. He sat there holding me as my body shook with tears. Usually it would be Layla sitting here with me. But she wasn't going to be, she hadn't been for the last 8 months. It had almost been nine months since she moved on, since she left. She didn't chose to, but destiny had plans for her; very different from the ones we had. I don't remember the day very clearly. The doctors said it was because of the traumatizing experience. All I remember was the smell if salt water, than silence, screams of pain and red. Everything was stained red. I made it, and she didn't. I want even hurt that badly, just a bite mark. "You don't have to talk if you don't want to." He said and I nodded silently thanking him. It's always been people forcing me to tell them how I feel. Everyone thinks that I'm bad luck. Sometimes I do too. First my parents die, then my sister/best friend. It has to be me, it's all my fault.

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