At this point the knife pushed into Coles throat, Chelsea held it there and started to question me.
"Nicole, how long have you been dating him?" She smirked.
"About 3 months." She looked furious.
"How! Cole and me have been dating since 7th grade!!" She pulled the knife away and sobbed into her hands.
"We were dating online. I had to move to a different school and found out last week he went here." I turnt my back and looked at the river, Charlotte apeared behind me.
"Do you love him?" She had sympathy in her voice.
"Not anymore." I started to cry and stood up.
My legs trembled and I could barely stand, a heavy breathing filled my lungs and I saw red. I lunged towards Chelsea, and grabbed the knife the tip was blunt but the rest was sharp. The black plasic handle calmed me it felt right. I couldn't think I was filled with so much pain and anger.
I leaped at Cole and thrusted the knife into his chest and just to make sure, I kept stabbing him. I was a murderer, I had blood on my hands and clothes. My body felt limp and I could only see a faint outline of Chelsea.
"You have much corage an I can tell you know a lot more people who deserves what Cole got." She held her hand out to me, "Join me.."
I reached my hand out and hel hers...
YOU ARE READING
Mine
RandomI loved him and he loved me. We were high school sweethearts, lovers, unstoppable. We valued each other, spent our time together and risked everything to be together. We were Cole and Chelsea the cool jockey and picturesque cheerleader. Until one da...
