Abusive Four

Chap 15

The knife is sharp and intimidating

She steps closer slowly and I back up away from her and her slouched figure .
This isn't Christina

Christina is a sassy, helpful, girly person that may or may not annoy the crap out of you. she isn't a murder but her eyes are clouded with so many expression I give up

Once I back up and step into the living room it was deadly quite
As I begin to take my first step I hear the wooden creak behind me and I quickly turn around

Christina clutching the knife runs and pounces me
I'm panicking thinking these are my last moments
I will die a fighter

I wiggle my arms out of her tight grasp and push her off as she struggles to stay on me
Before I fully get up her knife gives me a slight cut in my wrist

I stare at my blood .
I feel like I'm in the hunger games but with my best friend
But she determined to win

As she gets up she's already ready to stab when I panic and the only thing I can think of it to take the glass vase next to me and smash it

On her head I smash the vase, it cracks into pieces and she drops the knife as she holds her head painfully while it bleeds

In a few minutes she is laying on the floor and looking at her I realize my actions
A wave of guilt hits me when I look at her but a part of it is relieved that I didn't die
But the guilt comes back as I hear her baby crying

I run to it and she's hungry I make her food cluelessly because I'm not planning to have a baby and I never dealt with one
I took care of him after I carried Christina's heavy body in her bed

Finally he slept peacefully and I went to check on Christina

I gasped my own breath stuck in my throat
The same feeling I had at the choosing ceremony
Christina closed eyed in the bathroom with blood pouring from her chest
So much pure red blood

I panic and start to scream when I realize that she's gone..
She's dead.
Just like Will.

How could I be so stupid to leave her alone I though she isn't conscious
Stupid! I should have realized it when I saw her squirm in bed

And neither did I see that she grabbed the knife as I carried her inside her stomach
Before she decided to comment suicide with it

I'm crying at the grief of my friend
"C-Christina w-why would U leave?"
I mumble
"I know Will is dead but U don't have to leave" I say louder
"U shouldn't leave!" I scream loudly
"get up! U can't ! " I scream my voice cracking at the end
"Wake up please!" I shake her hard

But all I receive was more blood on my shirt
She remain calm her pale skin on the floor her heart beat mute

I mumble a few prayers still crying
Can I be forgiven for what I have done to her?
Is that what she will remember me as
The girl who hurt her in her darkest moment

Hours later her body is being taken away as I watch
It's later, much much later
And Four is angry probably the same anger he shows in public
Red faced with clenched hands

But I go back into her house one last time and I know what I should do
And so did Christina
I gather the needed stuff and go slam the wooden door

The stuff in one hand the baby in another sleeping peacefully
I walk down to our house
Shaking.

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