The Love Box

Chapter 31

    I stared at Claire, blank faced and empty. There were very few things I had left; Courtney, Nicki, and the hope that my grandma was out there somewhere living in peace. Only two of those I knew were real, but if they couldn’t even break through the wall; then they might not even be real anymore either.

           “I still haven’t decided what I’m going to do with you,” Claire informed me; then she approached me, until her face was only an inch from mine. I hadn’t realized that our heights were so close to one another’s. It was a small detail, and I usually noticed the small details in life that others didn’t.

           That was one of my perks, in fact, it was the biggest perk of being Carrie. Recently, I hadn’t noticed the small details though. With Kai and the escape on my mind; I didn’t have time for stupid things.

           Then again for a while, everything was stupid if it hadn’t pertained to what was happening in the moment. It was the key to success.

           We had almost succeeded.

           We were so close, just one wall away for Courtney and Nicki, as long as they got out everything would be ok.

           I couldn’t change the past, and I knew that. There was no point in wasting more effort, wishing the dead people before me back to life. It wouldn’t work.

           Sadie had died first; the event had shook me. Even though I knew if Claire caught us we would most likely die, I still wasn’t prepared to watch her die.

           Lizzy had been second, and her death had stabbed me. I never could’ve imagined either of them dead, especially not before me. In my mind it would’ve been me that died, and the others got away.

           I should’ve known it was stupid to believe in such a preposterous idea.

           He had warned me, in my dreams, and I should’ve listened. I was too preoccupied with everything else though, but I should’ve listened. It would’ve changed everything.

           Kai’s dad was third, and a piece of me died. He was a kind man; whom didn’t deserve death, at least, not yet.

           Then there was Kai’s death, which was the worst of them all, watching him die broke me. I wasn’t like a puzzle that could be fixed together, instead I was like the glass wall that had shattered and would most likely never be fixed.

           “Just kill me already,” I muttered. She had taken most of the people I loved, and she wouldn’t stop, until they were all dead. It didn’t matter if I was alive or dead, either way I would be broken.

           “For once,” Claire said, shaking her head; then she stopped. “I’ll take your advice. You’re better off dead to me.”

           “Do it,” I shouted. My glare filled with hatred penetrated her skin. “I dare you.”

           She walked around me, and I shivered the second the gun touched the back of my head. “Are you scared?” She asked me, shoving the gun that pushed my head forward. The metal felt cool against my skin, almost desirable.

           “What do you want me to be?” I asked her, smiling at my idiocy. Then I felt the smack, and I moved my hand to rub my head; in the spot Claire had hit with her gun.

           “Don’t move another inch,” She told me. “Or I’ll shoot.”

           “Stop acting like you won’t do it anyways,” I told her. “We both know there isn’t a reason for me anymore. All I cause is hope.”