Take My Hand - Pure Heart sequel (ON HOLD)

Chapter 3- Alex

Chapter 3 - Alex

​I knew exactly what this was about. She saw the vision. But I must say this is the first girl to actually not deny it. I followed her to where ever she wanted to take me. Finally she stopped. We were far from Melissa and now we were in the staircase, far from anyone's sight.

​Mona looked at me, her eyes full of confusion, or anger, or fear. I pretended I didn't know what she was about to say.

"What just happened?!" she whispered harshly. I furrowed my eyebrows and shrugged.

"What happenend?" I mocked.

"Don't act stupid. I know what you did!" She said. She started pushing her finger in my chest and I backened up onto the wall. She's a brave one I thought. "You killed. You're a murderer!"

​I shook my head. "I really have no idea what you're talking about." I said giving her my googoo eyes. Girl's always fall for that one. But she wasn't giving in. "Look, if you really think I'm a murder, then why did you bring me in here? With you? Alone." I cocked my head to the side. "Don't you think I would've murdered you by now?"

"true. true" She looked up at me. "I'm sorry." And she came in and gave me a nice hug. "let's go back."

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​"If I die, I wanna die for you and your family. Not for anyone else." she said. I noticed her hands fumbling or looking for something, behind her back but I ignored it because I was too busy memorizing her face. My lips were only an inch away from her when her eyes fluttered open and shut again. I closed my eyes for a second before I felt a weird hot liquid on my hand. I picked up my hand off from where I felt the liquid. On her waist, near her stomach. Blood stained my hands. I panicked, what had just happened? I looked at the knife in her stomach with sheer fear. I moved back, terrified, letting go of Casey.

She laid her arms stretched out and her hair around her, like an angel. A beautiful angel. She had killed herself, for me. The blood started spreading coloring her white dress red. My mouth fell open. My angel was dying! My angel was dying! My heart beat was faster than any of a runner who's sprinting for the finish line, or a person running away from a murderer. A murderer. That's what I was, I was a murderer. I had tricked myself into thinking that I was doing this for my family, for myself, for our lives. We had to live, do we? But I realized I was still killing innocent people who deserved to live. I killed my angel.

I leaned my head on her chest.

"Casey!" I screamed. Casey smiled as she pulled out Noah's blade. She waved it in the air. The blood flew off the blade. Wet fresh blood. Her blood. "No! No! Nooooo!" I screamed louder, my eyes burning. My eyes stung and my throat was dry. "Why!? Casey!" I grabbed her hand tightly. "Don't leave me! I love you! I love you so much!" Casey's face brightened when she heard it.

"Thank you." she whispered so low I think she just mouthed it. Slowly her grip on my hand started to loosen and her eyes shut. I just kept screaming. Tears were flying all over the place. My heart hammered and I swear I heard it shatter. I kept screaming her name. I kept telling her I loved her again and again until her last breath, even after she died, I couldn't bring myself to stop...I think I might've gone crazy.

Maybe I did, because after a while I couldn't feel anything.

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​I woke up screaming. The taste of blood in my mouth had me so alarmed I might've sprinted out of the house. I sat in bed shivering. It was suddenly cold and my head hurt. I covered up, keeping warm. Every single night now, I would dream of Casey. I loved her, I still did, and whenever I went to sleep I'd see her. Sometimes I wondered, why couldn't I see her in a better memory? Why did it have to be when she died? Why couldn't it be when we played hide and seek over at my house and she discovered that painting I painted of her? Or when we sat in the grass? WHY?

I can still remember that glow in her eyes when she saw the replicate of herself on the canvas. That smile of hers. Everything about her was beautiful, special, unlike any girl. But she was dead. And I would never see her ever again. Ever.

I grabbed the covers to cover my face and wept, as I have done a million times before.

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​Mona called me at noon, asking me if I wanted to go to the mall with her since Melissa was busy. I was driving to her home right now in my black Lexus. She stepped out of the house and came running to my window. Her dress was swaying with her, and her hair flew away from her eyes just smoothly flowing in the wind. When she neared the car, her feet did something weird and I think she almost fell.

"Woow!" she laughed grabbing for the car window. "Almost fell there!" I laughed, I have to admit I did love her easiness with people, the way she freely told them things. "I didn't know your car was this hot looking!!!" Yup, that's what I mean.

"Well? Are you staying out there? Or you hoppin' in?"

"Pssshh, wouldn' wanna miss a ride with you." I know she didn't, I thought smiling.

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******short chapter, next chapter might be out a little earlier

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