The End

Chapter 2: I Love You But You Need To Go

Olivia's Point of View 

The black dress suites my mood as I apply make up to my face getting ready for the funeral. My hair has been straightened, my lips are glossed, and my eyes are shadowed. The phone on my dresser starts to buzz. It reads unknown, I decide to let it ring. 

The phone has buzzed twice now, so I finally answer. 

"Hello", I say with a shaky voice. 

"What's your favorite scary movie?" the dark voice says over the phone. 

"Definitely not Scream if that is what your trying to get at." I respond back now looking at myself in the mirror. 

"Sad?", the raspy man says in the phone. 

"My friend is gone, so yeah, now whoever you are can you stop with the damn prank calls it isn't funny anymore!" I yell into the phone with a demanding voice. 

I hang up and leave my room. When walking down the stairs I receive a DM on Instagram. I open it even though it's most likely some robot account. It's a picture of a black mask with a red X running on it. Confused I just ignore it and continue on. 

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Standing on the stage usually makes me nervous but now I am just sad and I can't help with the tears every time I glance over at the image of Cierra. I adjust the microphone and stare into the crowd, everyone who is here for Cierra. The faces of the people that loved and cared for her, I really am just thinking to myself who would ever want to hurt you. 

"Cierra was smart, beautiful, and had that attitude that not most girls had. Never worrying about the parties, the drinks, the boys, but instead she worried about her friends and herself. She was unique and lovable for that. All the memories I have of going parties, studying for tests, or just simply being together are memories that I will never forget. She is still with us in spirit and she will never be forgotten. I could never say goodbye, so I am just gonna say, I will see you soon...Sorry." 

I walk off the stage with my head down as her parents follow and thank for me the very well spoken speech of their daughter. Brook places her arm around me and we rest our heads on each other's just sad. 

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Jake's Point of View 

The dust and sand is dancing in the atmosphere, my lacrosse stick in one hand with a face of determination for miles. Austin passes me the ball as I twist and spin my way through the defenders. My bare feet running smoothly through the sand as the burning orange sun turns my skin red. Sweat falls and soaks my body, my arm and wrist launch forward, the ball leaves the stick and the sound of satisfaction, a swish. The ball connects with the net and suddenly the silence turns into loud cheers echoing through the beach as the buzzard sounds of signifying the end of the game. We throw our hands up in the air in celebration. 

"Nice shot killer", someone yells across the field on the opposing team. Austin approaches me. 

"What the fuck man?" I yell back upset, this asshole making me realize what I have lost. I storm over to him now nose to nose staring each other in the eyes. 

Austin comes over and gets in between us pushing me away, "He isn't worth it, let's go we have a party to go to!" 

I shake it off as people start to exit the beach and head down to the party. The party is neon themed so most of the boys are going shirtless and dying their body and putting on paint. The girls are wearing white ready to let the color smoke hit them and ready to let the booze run down them. I might as well go and enjoy what could be my last night of freedom.