Grayson Smith | ✔️

Chapter Fifty Three.Life.

Edited.

Song for this chapter: Britney Spears-Everytime.

I wanted to believe that this was all a dark nightmare, that when I woke up in the middle of the night screaming that he would be there to comfort me and whisper everything would be okay. But he never was.

All there was, was the darkness my empty room provided, the bed sheets stuck to my trembling body and my heart breaking into a million broken pieces all over again.

It had been two days, two days of emptiness, quietness, and loneliness. No amount of people or comfort could fill that aching black hole inside of me. I was merely a particle of a human, the life and happiness drained out of me. 

When the news broke around our small town, it had been all over the news and still was. I couldn't turn on the TV without hearing the words, 'murder', 'an act of revenge', 'evil'.

It was like no matter what I did or said, the haunting of that one fatal night would forever be following me. After telling police who was behind the horrific crime, I was shortly informed that Hunter was being held in custody. 

Police had been arriving at my house the past two days wanting to question me on what I knew. I knew everything and I wasn't ready to talk about it just yet. Would I ever be?  Was the question swarming in my head with every breath I took.

I knew I would eventually have to talk about it. Grayson's funeral was tomorrow morning and I wanted to attend it with the knowledge that I wouldn't ever have to say goodbye to him with the knowing that I would then have to replay the night he died again.

I wanted it to be over.

The nightmares, the screams, the tears, life.

But only one person could bring me out of my bubble of emptiness that was alive. Blake.

He hadn't left my side since that fatal night, he was the one who I woke up with my loud screams, his ocean eyes were what brought me out of my acts of anguish. He was the one holding me tight and promising me that the pain will soon be over.

And I wanted to believe him, I really did.

But how can the pain be gone when the only person who could take it away was dead.

''You're okay, Libby'' He whispered soothingly into my ear, rubbing my hair, ''I've got you''.

And just for a moment, I felt safe.

And maybe just a moment was all I needed, just one minute of numbness so I could succumb to my deep slumber until the police woke me up with their knocks on the front door like they had the past two days.

I was wrapped in his arms as I lay my head on his chest, I felt bad for putting my pain onto him but he had told me a countless amount of times that all he wanted was to be there for me and I was grateful, I was but still I couldn't help but feel like a burden when he too was hurting.

Slowly, my eyes began to flutter shut until there was nothing but darkness and the light breaths of Blake from beneath me.

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The loud knocking emitting from downstairs woke me up from my light sleep, the sun shining in through the sheer curtains hitting off my face and making me squint my eyes in return. I got up carefully off Blake's sleeping body. 

I knew today was the day.

The day where words from that one horrific night would come out and it would finally be over.