Evanna Rale - Serial Killer

Three - H.V

**~Cloves POV~**

My eyes opened with a start, I glanced over at my balcony doors, there was no sunlight streaming in through the glass.

“ugh the sun isn’t even up yet” I groaned to myself

I slowly rolled over and peered at the clock on my bedside table, it was 5.45! I lay in bed and tried to get back to sleep but it was no use so I got up and walked onto my balcony to watch the sunrise, it was so beautiful. It was a magnificent array of oranges and pinks, I wasn’t sure whether it was from the sheer beauty of the sunrise or from the cold morning air, I looked down at my arms and started to rub them to warm up a bit and that’s when I saw it, it was Cato he was walking out of an apartment. That’s not his place why was he there? And of more importance why was he leaving at 6 in the morning its Saturday, his day off work. AND he’s not even a morning person! Wait a second, who’s that? It that? No, it couldn’t be, OH MY GOD! It is! It’s his crazy ex girl-friend; she tried to kill him when he broke up with her, what’s he doing at her place? He told me he couldn’t stand her! Why? Why? Why is he at hers... hold on a second, what's he doing now? He can’t be, no, he said he loved me.  Why is he kissing her? Why is he kissing that little psycho whore bag?! I felt the rage slowly rise up inside me, boiling and bubbling. I whipped around grabbed the vase of white roses he gave me the other day and threw them at the wall and screamed. The vase broke into a thousand little pieces and fell to the floor, the roses lay limply on the mahogany floorboards in a puddle of water from the vase, there was glass everywhere. I stood there staring at the roses, they were so pure, so white, so innocent yet so evil and dark. The rage slowly changed to a feeling of betrayal, despair and helplessness. A single tear rolled down my cheek. I slowly sank to the floor and hugged my knees to my chest. There were a million questions flying around inside my head and I couldn’t answer any of them. I started bawling my eyes out, I thought Cato loved me. He said he did, he said he had changed, that he wasn’t the man he was before. He said that he still liked me once he had gotten to know me, unlike all the other girls. But I suppose he said that to all of them and they were, I mean WE were all stupid enough to believe him, think that we were his “the one”.

I got up in a daze of confusion and sadness and crawled back into bed. I lay there for the rest of the day staring into the distance. I stirred a few times as if moved by some urgent purpose only to collapse back into stillness. I heard my phone go off a few times but it sounded so distant and unimportant that I couldn’t gain enough effort to even get up to check it. I finally got up and stumbled towards the bathroom. I slowly undressed and got into the shower, i leaned against the back wall of the shower recess and slid down to a sitting position and stayed there and cried until the shower ran cold. I slowly got up, turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around me. I stumbled back down the hallway to my bedroom and climbed into bed with my hair still dripping and the towel still around me. I must have fallen asleep because i woke up the next day at midday. I got up poured myself a coffee and checked my phone. There were 14 missed calls and 20 new messages. All of which were from Evanna and Cato. Just as I went to look at the messages from evanna my phone rang. it was Cato. I let it ring out. Just after voicemail picked it up Evanna rang. I decided to answer it even though I didn’t really want to talk to anyone.

“hi Ev” I yawned

“CLOVE! WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN DOING?”

“ev”

“WHERE THE HEL HAVE YOU BEEN?”

“evann”

“WHY HAVENT YOU BEEN ANSWERING YOUR PHONE?”

“e”

WHATS THE POINT OF EVEN HAVEING A PHONE IF YOU NEVER ANSWER IT?”

“Evanna!” I finally manage to get in