Even After Forever | ✔

1. The Beginning Of A Story

"Alone. Yes, that's the key word, the most awful word in the the English tongue. Murder doesn't hold a candle to it, and hell is only a synonym." -Stephen King.

Chapter 1. The Beginning Of A Story.

•Sawyer P.O.V•

Can you remember who you were before the world told you who you should be? That happy care free six year-old girl who would dress in a spider man costume and try to convince others that you were the real deal. The astounding little girl who would spend little time inside and eternity outside.

But then you grew up, and life barreled itself right at you, knocking you off your feet. Everyone's eyes on you, judging every move you make. That's not the worst, have you ever lost somebody? Not by packing up and leaving, but by death?

It hurt didn't it? It killed everything you had inside?

Life once asked death, "Death, why do people love me, but hate you?" Death responded, "Because you are a beautiful lie, and I am a painful truth." Life than stood, pondering over Death's cutting words.

Its chilling to know the truth isn't it? While Life and Death conversed with one another, there was one more missing. Love. See, I myself never believed in love, I thought I was incapable to love someone when I didn't even love myself. But he had showed me otherwise.

It wasn't my intention for anyone to get hurt, I was pushing them away, I really was. But something went wrong, maybe I needed another way perhaps, but we'll never know, will we?

They were kind, their hearts pure, and that infuriated me to the up most. I couldn't ... no, I wouldn't let them get hurt. Just because I was miserable didn't mean they had to be as well.

I flick my chestnut hair out of my eyes, my cold fingers brushing along my face, causing tingles to shoot through my cheeks from the coldness. Damn fingers, why are you always freezing?

I adjust my long white sleeved shirt before picking up a pen and note pad, I shakily than walk over to the only booth filled with people. Four boys and a girl. They were newer to town, that was for sure.

"Orders?" I question quietly, clicking my pen so the tip would appear and I could begin writing. All of them removed their gazes from the menu to look up at me.

My stiff posture wavers with the

heated eyes of the teenagers on me. Now that I think about it, I've seen them around school once or twice. I listen intently as they list off their orders. Finishing writing, I offer a small smile and walk away.

I tap my foot lightly while leaning against the counter of the small diner, waiting patiently for their orders to be ready. After this I would be free, my shift ending in under fifteen minutes.

I jump when I hear Frankie shout, "Orders Ready!" I numbly move towards the opening and grab the plates, three lined on my arm skillfully and the two others in my hands.

I gently place them down on the table, in front of the group, my nerves high from just today in general. I straighten out my posture and turn to leave when the girl speaks, "You go to the same school as us, don't you?" She questions, her brows pulled forward as she focuses.

"Yes." I reply, my voice coming out smaller than I'd like. My hands shook slightly at my sides. Everyone looks up at me as the girl continues to speak. I take a quick glimpse at my wrist watch, five minutes.

"I'm Riley, its nice to meet you." She exclaims softly, her eyes alit with happiness. She flashes me a wide smile while the guys just watch everything unfold.