EVEN IF I DIE,IT'S YOU.

C H A P T E R'T H R E E

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...There is..numerous way's in life in which god can make us lonely.

In which your chest stings when you when you think of them, the way they leave tells you everything, but don't we all wish they take the memories with them?
So we can't suffer alive, and breath easily,and whispers to ourselves, i can do1 it, i can move on.

At that that moment they are everything, they hunt you and reply themselves continously, maybe when they say there names and you remember how you meet, when,how,what did you do,did we, and more.

They keep repeating themselves in your memory cells, your brain.
Sometimes you wish they go so you can live without grief. And sometimes you pray that whatever happens you don't want to ever erase them from you're heart,your brain.

After all those memories are only the one whom is sticking with you,it's like a part of them it's what is left from our beloved that's the treasure itself, that's the beauty of being dead alive,those memories where my everything, they where my everything.

January 8.2014(Earlier/flashback)

It's the sound of the dorr clanking open that startled me,willows face coming in the moonlight view that escaped my bedroom window, she walks up to me with a serious look, her expression equally as unreadable.

"what's wrong ella?,it's been total 5 hours since you were in your room you left from school and from school to your room, is it me the reason did aspen annoy you but i don't think so we've been together the whole day ,and bitch try and lie to me cause believe me at that moment I'll make you eat my fist without swallowing" she scolded me, and raised a finger pointing at me warningly not to lie.

I rolled my eyes, and sat up, i fideld with my thumb and paced a little in my place,should i tell her about Adam? He's tears where all on my shirt and i couldn't stop the thought of his father abusing him continously, because i had the same father but not as same as adam.

How could he hurt his own son,his own blood and flesh,how is he able to continue all this through the years.

His was... How do i say it..he was... Monstrous, ugly, and unmerciful.

I can't stop thinking of what's adam doing, where is his father know, i hadn't heard sounds since i came, after all he is my neighbor.

I can't it's killing me i need to get up and see him.

"look uh I'll just go out for a second" i stand up and tie my red hair upnin a pony tail and head down stairs, willow stands up and follows me hurried.

" what now? Come on i just started talking and you run away" she crossed her arms.

"look i don't care, i got to go, later"i shut the door behind me.

I breath deeply and raise my hand towards the bell,ready to ring it.

Oh god, what if something is happening inside there,what if he's in there hurting him, god please don't be like what i am thinking now.

I press the bell and wait, total 2 minutes and no one opens,i press again, 1 minute more and no one opens, i sigh and head to my house.

I walk slowly hoping he'd open,i take my time walking but nothing.