17 • Finish What We Started

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I walk down a darkened street, heart pounding in my chest. I hear absolutely nothing but my own breathing. I glance around me, and see the outlines of buildings on the sides of the street. It's hard to see what they are, though, because all of the street lights are out.

I suddenly feel the urge to run, although I'm not sure why. I can't see or hear any reason to run, but for some reason, I have to. I begin sprinting down the street, as fast as my legs will carry me. I don't know where I'm going, but it seems as if my legs do. I come to a halt at the end of the street, where a single street lamp is lit. Behind it is an alley. I somehow know that this is where I need to go.

I walk into it's shadows, and hide myself from view. I try to catch my breath as I press myself further up against the wall. Suddenly, I hear footsteps. Two sets of them, to be exact. I see two shadows, one taller than the other.

Two figures walk into the alley, right where I am. Both have their hoods up, to where I can't see their faces, but I know they've spotted me. I suddenly feel like I've lost something, something valuable, but I can't put my finger on it.

I can't see their faces, but I know I know them. I can feel it.

"Madelynn, don't even try to hide from us," a deep voice came from below the taller figure's hood. "We'll always find you. You can't outsmart us." I recognized this voice, I knew I did. I just couldn't place it.

The two of them walk even closer to me, the taller, and obviously male mugger pinned me against the wall, while the shorter of the two pulled something out of their jacket pocket. I try to see around the person holding me, but it's no use.

"I'm just doing us all a favor," the person maniacally laughs, sending shivers down my spine. I suddenly realize who it is.

Storm.

"Storm? What are you doing? You're making a mistake!" I exclaim, trying to push him off me, but he only pushes back, harder. He laughs in my face, kissing me roughly on the neck before taking the object from the person behind him. As he pulls it closer to me, and towards my chest, I realize that it's a knife, the same one he pulled on me earlier tonight. I scream, memories flooding back towards me.

"Let's finish what we started, shall we?" He whispers, cocking his head to the side, an evil smile on his face.

I cry, and I scream, knowing that for some reason, I can't die. I can't. There's still something I need to do, something I need to take care of. And I know that someone's depending on me, although I can't remember who.

Storm only ignores my shouts of protests, and lifts the knife, swinging it back down and plunging it into my heart just as fast.

The world slows. Excruciating pain takes over me, but in a way, I'm too numb to care. I slowly sink down to the ground, staring at the dirty concrete of the alley floor. The knife is still in my chest, I can see it out of the corner of my eye. The life is slowly fading out of me.

I hear Storm and his partner laugh sinisterly, and they high five each other like best friends from sixth grade. My eyes well up with tears as I realize what's happening. I'm dying. I look over beside me, to the boy that I'm just now realizing was here all along. He looks back at me, tears welling up in his gorgeous green eyes. "I tried, Maddy. I told you not to go," he chokes out a sob. I nod. "I'm sorry, Harry. I'm sorry."

I watch in amazement as Harry seems to be slowly slipping away. He becomes translucent, see through. He weakly smiles at me. "I know. I love you," he whispers, his voice barely audible. I nod, "I love you too."

I cry and feel myself slowly slipping away along with Harry. Why couldn't I have just listened to him.

I look over at Storm and the unknown person. Why would they have done this? Why do they have so much against Harry and I that they would kill us.

I let out one final sob, and breathe one final breath.

But not before the other person takes off their hood, and allows me to see their face. My mother.

Oh crap guys

Okay this was short butttttt it was just necessary to be short I guess

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