Scars {Completed}

Chapter Twenty-Two

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Kenzie's POV

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After about a week or so, Mark headed back over to Nyle and Kyle's place, because they had a 'band name'- again.

I was on my laptop, looking into more information on NYU; New York University; when my phone began ringing.

I blindly reach over, and answer, placing the phone next to my ear, "Hel-"

"Ken?!" A sobbing voice cuts me off.

"Stacey..? Are you okay?" I ask, pausing my University search.

"No!" She yells into the phone, "I'm not okay! Br- Brent-" She says, before I hear more cries.

"Brent? What happened to him..?"

Brent. He was a guy who was with me in a few high school classes. I had liked him- but- he had liked someone else; Stacey.

Now, keep in mind, when I was 15, I wasn't a very stable child. I either liked the person, or I didn't. There was no in between.

Brent was someone I had grown to despise.

So much, that I one day even wished that he'd die.

You can't blame me, my sister stole the dude I liked, and I found them on the couch one day. What am I supposed to do?

I just got mad. Cursed at them. And wished they'd both just die.

Like I said, me as a 15 year old, not stable. At all.

"We were driving," I hear Stacey say quietly, "and there was a truck... We got hit-" She pauses to take in a deep breath, "we got hit, and I survived, but he didn't! Ken! He's gone!" She sobs into the phone.

He... He died...

"Where were you driving to..?" I ask, trying to get her mind of off his death.

"He felt bad that he didn't send you anything for your birthday- so we were going to the post office." I hear her hiccup.

"I should go.." She quietly says, "I still have to tell his parents the news."

With that, she hangs up, and I'm left in a room with complete silence.

It was your fault he died. The Voice chimes.

No, it wasn't. He was just driving.

To deliver your present. The Voice argues.

Something in my mind clicks, and everything changes.

The room is unclear, and my heart is pounding against my chest.

"It was my fault." I say out loud.

Tears drip down my face, but I wipe them away, only to find that more tears follow.

"Stop. Crying." I scold myself, wiping the tears as they come.

"Help. Just 'help'." I remember Mark telling me our code word.

Mark.

I grab my phone and dial his number, awaiting him to answer.

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Mark's POV

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After the fail attempt to name the band, Kyle challenged me to a game of pool.

About half way through the game, my phone starts ringing.

"Yo! It's your girl." Kyle says, passing me my phone.