Blood Type C Positive

Chapter 12

I've never been through such sadness. It was my fault that he had to die. I shouldn't have over exaggerated like that. I should've just went in there without complaining. I loved him and now he's gone. I could've prevented him from losing his life. I shouldn't have been so selfish. I need to move on, or I won't ever be able to. I stood up and wiped my face quickly. I walked toward the camp I was nearest to and asked people where there were empty tents. They pointed to an area that looked like a camp site. All of my other friends spawned behind me, following me to the camp. I went into the nearest tent and zipped up the front so no one could see me cry. I looked around the tent. There was a sleeping bag and a pillow to the left of the opening I had just zipped up. There was a notebook and a small pencil next to a backpack on the right. Why would they provide us with all of this stuff? I shrugged my shoulders and continued to look in the backpack to see if there was anything that would be of help right now. There were extra clothes and chapstick and a few other little things, like a flashlight. I desired to be alone for a while so I went in my sleeping bag and cried myself to the point where I slept the day away, and the night.

I woke up the next morning, renewed from my thoughts. I felt clean from my stream of tears from the day before. I looked out of my tent and glanced around. I saw a few other people that were already up and around the unlit fire, talking to each other, acting like nothing had happened. I took my notebook and pencil from my tent and made my way down to fire pit. I sat on one of chairs, on the opposite side of where everyone else was sitting. I opened to the first page of the notebook and began to write my name and proceeded to write about what had happened the day before. Peter startled me, coming up behind me and sitting next to me.

"You scared me," I said looking up at him with a smile.

"Hey Court, what are you doing?" Peter asked with curiosity.

"Writing in my notebook. Did you get one?"

"No. That's odd. Maybe they accidentally skipped over my ten," he kind of put it off and quickly changed the subject. Talking a little quieter, he asked, "I heard you crying yesterday. What's wrong?"

"Come here," I said, closing the notebook in my hand. We walked over to my tent and I let Peter in, closing the zipper behind him. He sat and I sat in front of him, my legs crossed. "Do you remember anything from before we got here?"

He nodded his head and told me that he had made a deal with the person that "brain washed" him, but didn't keep that promise.

"Yeah, me too," I said guilty. "I never kept my promise either. There was no way around it." I got back on the subject. "About your question, remember that name I was calling before they teleported us? Kaiden?" He nodded as his eyes were waiting to be filled with what else I had to say. "He loved me," I said as my lower lip quivered and my eyes got blurry. "He had a feeling for me that he had never felt before and I had that same feeling. I loved him... and he's gone." I couldn't say anything more. I knew that he knew what I was talking about. I cried quietly as Peter came beside me and let me into his arms. It's nice to feel some love every once in a while. I love the feeling. I hardly ever got it, considering my background. It's better to be away on your own from an abusive mom than to be with her. I'm kind of glad that I'm out here with my friends but having that feeling of a loved one that has died... that's the worst feeling I have felt yet. It makes me never want to have emotions again.