Heaven & Hell

Chapter 10

Killian

I heard her. I knew she was there. She was sitting right next to me. I knew it was her. The words that were spoken were words that she would say. They weren't lies. She told me that she was scared. I told her that it was my fault. Everything that happened was my fault. I didn't deserve to live, but I wasn't done until I got my revenge.

Melody was convincing me. I almost turned the car around, but if I didn't go back, they would come after me. Just like that, she was gone. Melody was gone again. She'd given up on me. I knew what I was doing. I knew I was walking towards my own death, but I didn't care anymore. I had no one left to live for, especially now that Melody had given up on me.

I got out of the car, taking a deep breath before walking inside. I told them that the job was done, but there was more than just the three of them. They all looked at me and laughed. Something about the way they were acting told me that I most certainly would not be walking out of here alive.

"You dealt with them all then? If that's the case, then... why are you still alive?" I took a deep breath, the three that had sent me out in the first place pulling their guns at me. I pulled my gun out from my back pocket, not hesitating to pull the trigger, knowing that if they had the time to see the gun, they would have shot before I could.

Mere seconds after pulling the trigger, Melody's killer fell to the ground, but so did I. I fell to the ground with a burning in my chest. I didn't scream, I just fell. I reached to the source of the pain and lifted my hand to my line of sight.

Blood soaked the tips of my fingers as the room started to spin around them. I didn't think about the fact that I was dying, I thought about whether this was how Melody felt when she died. One of the men, that I hadn't seen before, stood over me, his gun aimed at my head. Everything seemed to go in slow motion until... it didn't go at all.

I gasped as I opened my eyes. Silence filling the empty room. Nothing made sense. I didn't know if I was dead or alive, but something was off. I tried to leave the house, scared that if I was alive they would come after me. When I got to the front door, I swung it open, but I couldn't leave. It was like there was a force keeping me trapped inside the house.

I called out a few times, to see if anyone was around. When I got no reply, I just sat there. I fell to the ground and sat there. I cried. I knew that I had made too many mistakes, but I didn't want this. I wanted to turn back the clock. I wanted to go back in time to before Melody was killed. I wanted to go back in time to before I forced Melody to go inside that house. I wanted to go back to eleven years ago, before I met Melody. I didn't want to lose Melody, but maybe if I hadn't have become friends with her all those years ago, her parents, my parents they would all still be alive. Maybe Melody would still be alive.

"Killian?" That voice. I knew that voice from anywhere. I looked up, hesitating slightly, not wanting to see something different to what I thought. When I looked up, I saw her smile. I saw her turquoise eyes shining bright at me, her long brown hair flowing freely. I saw Melody.

I stood up, hastily wiping the tears from my eyes as she walked closer to me. I felt like such a fucking idiot for letting her see me like that. I felt like such an idiot for not listening to her when I was alive, but I knew that if anyone could forgive me, it would be her.

Melody ran up to me, when I stood up, and hugged me. I didn't know how she could have forgiven me so soon, but I soon found out she hadn't when she let go of the hug. As soon as she broke the hug, I felt a sharp sting across my cheek, my head swaying to the side from the force of her hand. I rubbed my cheek, looking at her as I noticed the tears in her eyes.

"How could you? You were my best friend only a few weeks ago. You weren't meant to die yet. I never blamed you for my death, but I don't think I can forgive you for what you've done." She didn't say much else, she just stared at me. Her tears continued to stream down her cheeks as I noticed the disappointment in her eyes.

I didn't realise how bad I really had messed up until I saw that look in her eyes. The girl, who I had become friends with eleven years ago - that I had come to fall in love with - stared at me as if I was a monster. That look that I received from Melody, at that moment, broke me. That was the look that made all my hope of forgiveness crumble.