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I could hear the steady footfalls of my shoes pounding against the dark alley, my breathing at a somewhat jagged pace. I knew she was somewhere, I just didn't know exactly where. She didn't leave anything, nothing. Just a small note scribbled on the back of a McDonald's receipt with one word.
Gone. The word, it was such a simple word. And yet, it was the most confusing part of the puzzle. And I hated her for it. I hated her for letting me fall into her trap, for letting her to make me feel all of these new things. I had never even cried before, and now here I was, at eighteen years old, sobbing every night just because I can't see her face.
Her face. The face of a goddess. The perfect cheek bones, bright green eyes that could pierce through anyone's heart and soul just by one look. Her perfectly shaped lips, always parted only a small bit. Her dirty blonde hair that was always let down, never tied up. It always made a swishing noise when she would walk, making me envious of my almost white hair that I always had up into a tight bun. Tears were starting to form in my eyes, trying to escape.
I wanted to throw up from the sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach. It felt like an endless, bottomless pit of despair that I was falling into. Every day, slipping just an inch deeper. My heart was like a thousand pound wieght that wouldn't go away, not even if I tried to put on a brave smile. I heard the crunch of leaves behind me, and I whipped my head around to see nothing.
Yep, it's official. I'm paranoid. I sighed, burying my hands deeper into my pockets. The time on my phone read 3:29am. I figured it would be best for me to get home, but decided against it. I took a swig of my RedBull drink. My iPhone rang, and I looked at the caller ID. 'Tucks<3' it said. I answered.
"Yes?" I croaked out, going over to sit on a nearby bus stop.
"Love," Tucker's British accent rang out, "Why aren't you at the flat? Are you looking for Kelly's killer again?" I heard his muffled sigh over the phone.
"Yeah," I whispered, my voice laced with guilt and sorrow, "You know how I feel about this, Tucker."
"Where are you?" he asked me and I gave him the address of the Starbucks I was in front of. Minutes later Tucker's car pulled up in front, and I slid in it.
"You really need to stop obsessing over this, Cait!" Tucker groaned in frustration, tugging at his hair, "Do you know just how frustrating it is to be waking up at three-thirty in the bloody morning just because I have to go find you? I understand you miss her but it's time to move on! The funeral was two years ago!" All this screaming from him rendered me speechless, and the weight on my heart felt like it had multiplied ten-fold.
"Stop the car," I hissed at Tucker, finally finding my voice. He just kept going.
"I said to stop the goddamn car!" I told him and he pulled over next to the curb. Opening the door, I took off running, going to the only place I knew would calm me down.
Her grave.
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Tears flowed freely down my cheeks as I lied next to Kelly's grave. The freshly dew covered grass tickled me and I lied there. The sun was just rising, all the pinks and oranges and blues molding together to make a beautiful pallet of colors. No one else was at the cemetery this morning, only a few cars passing by here and there. When my breathing was under control and tears stopped pouring out of my eyes, I gently traced the carving on Kelly's gravestone.
'In loving memory of Kelly Lee Nolan. Daughter, sister, and loving cousin. A fallen angel. 1993 - 2012'
"I miss you, Kelly. More than you'll ever know."
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A/N: Okaay.. How'd you guys like it? (: This is based off of personal experiences, just laced with some mystery/fiction. Comment & Vote. Tell me what you guys think!
Ex oh ex oh,
-Shay<3
