WHEN BREATH BECOMES AIR

YOU DON'T DESERVE DEATH, YOU DESERVE TO SUFFER

" and as she fell apart
Her shattered pieces began to bloom
Blossoming until she became herself
Exactly as she was meant to be"

"So students take out the page number 354 of volume II of your calculus book" Mr. Lewis  kept on saying but my mind was somewhere else, I was physically present but deep inside I knew my mind was roaming in my old memories finding what i want to forget, wanting to know what I did last summer, remember how I gave him his death, it gives me peace. It won't matter if I listen or not I will get perfect score cuz I am already finished with year 12 maths, I know it's too much nerdy for a jock...
...but does it matter  because I am a jock, I got brawns and brains both..and 2% of beauty as my mom says.
So where was.... Yes I was diving into my thoughts.

...." Why don't you fucking kill him" my dad kept on yelling at me and I couldn't stop grinning. " He don't deserve death" my dad was abacken by my words. " He deserves more, he deserves pain, he can't merely die... Until he pays for every single cry that escaped from my sister's mouth, every single tear that wetted her cheek, every drop of blood that flowed from her veins...her soul still haunts in my dreams, we were two stars in the sky. Everytime I dream about her, I yell please don't go but she turns into black butterflies and I could remember her saying , take my revenge, before fading." I told him and he dad a satisfied look on his face, and my grin only grew bigger. I caught that guy yesterday only but he was still unconscious. Stupid Lee , he used more chloroform than he should have. He must have gained consciousness till now. " Where are you going" my dad asked as I wore my hood to cover half of my face. " To prey" I told him.
" Let me drive you there" my dad understood where I was going. "No, I will walk there" I gave him a glare and he said nothing. He knew that nothing could stop me because my animal spirit was in control of my body. I took my knief and and blades. I knew I would need them, my dad came and gave me something,"take them, I wish you will like them", I opened the bag I found claws, they were not ordinary , I could make out by the shine they were made of platinum with diamond tip. "Thanks" I said and started to walk to prey. I don't take  the gun with me, it's kinda risky. I began to walk.
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"What a girl like you doing..." a half drunken man asked me. I was in my animal spirit mode and I gave him my signature death  glare , he was abacken and left me alone. I usually don't use my death glare but sometimes it's for fun, but if I am serious you just better back off and pray.
And that's what he did. He backed off.
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"What do you want for me" the murder of my sister who called himself Ash asked.
" Prey" I spoke
" I will give you anything you want , just leave me" he said.
"Anything?" I repeated.
"Yes anything" he said .
"Well you can't give my sister's soul back but ... You can give me yours." I said grinning.
" Y.yo.you want t.t.to k.k.kil.kill me.e "he said as he stammered.
"Well it depends" I told him as I started to sharpen my knief.
"On what?"he asked. Oh, so this man has the guts to ask me questions...
"How early I get bored by playing with your soul" I said and he gulped.
"Please don't kill me" he said as he pissed off.
I ignored him
" What should we do with her, isn't she a pure beauty like her sister" I recalled his words that were spoken seven years back.
"Nothing, she won't be any fun", I kept on repeating. He kept on pleading .
"Kill her" I said and stabbed him once in his guts. He screamed giving peace to my ears. I waited seven fucking years for this moment and now I want every single moment to last long.
"This is fun, isn't it" I told him.
He began to beg for his life.
" I did the same thing for my sister's life but if this didn't stopped you back then do you think this is going to stop me?" I asked.
I ignored his pleading, his cries because they were the music to my ears
I sighed to knife deeper and deeper as I wrote Eva on his abs, making him scream, as the wounds went deep and deep, as my eyes hungered for more blood, my ears hungered for more more screams.
"Honey , you don't deserve mere death, you deserve pain, you need to suffer" I kept on saying and laughed, with every laugh, his face grew pale. I ripped salt and chilli on his wounds and told him,"that's enough for today, recover tomorrow and get ready for more pain and death after that."  ....

"Fuck !"I yelled as Theo threw a paper ball on my head.
" Why on the earth you did that" I asked.
" Because you were not listening" he said pointing the tip of his pencil to the board.
"Don't ever do it until you wish for your death" I told him giving him my signature glare.
"Okay, I was only checking if you were dead or not" he told me.
"And why would I be dead?"I asked.
"Because you were not even blinking" he told me again.
"Okay"I said and started to make notes.
He threw a paper ball on me ,again
"Now what?"I yelled attracting the attention of all the students and the teacher.
"What the fuck you guys want from me , can't you guys  leave me alone. I yelled again and everyone started to do there work again. I got up and got out of the class. "Miss. Wolf, the class isn't finished" Mr. Lewis said in his squeaking voice.
I shot him a glare telling him I was pissed off.
"Or maybe you can be an exception" he continued and started to teach again.
I went out of the class and started to cry. My Eva, my baby, I loved her like I loved no one. The touch I craved for. I wanted to feel her head in my lap. My sister. My soul. The day she died, I was left with this hollow body. I was left in this motral fucking body.
Tears rolled down and I went into the janitors room
I cried myself to sleep there as my my astral form roamed into the dreamscape, with a hope that I might see my sister again.

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Hey readers...
what do you feel about this chapter.
I know, this story is going in a bit wrong direction but after killing Leo, we will come up with the love chemistry of Wolfie and The Devil.

Wish you are enjoying this story. But how am I able to express this pain? Ask yourself
Ever stabbed yourself?
Ever felt the pain I feel everyday?
Nah, just listen to  a perfect music and let your mind flow, with the music. I bet thoughts will come asking for your autographs.
Love you guys.
L. Wolf