Alexandria Laughlin Marshall (TO)

'Til the Day I Die

The next morning I wake up early, which is hard because of how late I had gotten back last night. I don't know why, but I felt at peace with Josh's death. Don't get me wrong, I'm still pissed at every vampire that caused his death, but seeing him last night made it easier. I was able to not miss him as much, knowing that he was with Aiden, his boyfriend he would never shut up about. 

I think this is the first time I'm able to feel what my ability can do for people first hand.

As I got up from bed, I knew that I had to deliver Josh's messages to Marcel and Davina, and if I wanted to get them both by today I should probably try and leave soon. I quickly throw on a burgundy Champion sweatshirt and a pair of leggings, not caring how awful I looked. But when I say my face in the mirror, let's just say it was a wake-up call.

The bags under my eyes were huge, and my hair must have made up new forms of knots for how many it was in. I quickly blend some concealer under my eyes to hide the bags, but my hair wasn't so easy as I tried to brush it out. After what seemed like hours, and my arms sore from being in the same position for so long, my hair was finally untangled. But there was a new problem, with all the brushing, caused my hair to become a huge puffball of frizz. I rolled my eyes, silently cursing my hair. I give up and throw it into a messy bun, not caring even more than I did before.

I walk out of my bedroom, seeing that either no one is home or everyone is still in bed. After not being on my phone for the past 24 hours, I finally turn it back on. As I walk into the kitchen, texts start to roll in. One ping after another, you would think my phone is having a seizure. I toss it onto the countertop, putting food before text messages.

I look through the fridge, wanting something remotely healthy. I grab a banana and plopped myself on one of the island chairs. I scroll through my phone, skimming through some of the texts. Just as I'm about to start to answer some of the important ones, a FaceTime request comes through from Penelope.

I smile, realizing how much my life has suffered without her wit for me to bounce jokes off of. I press the green answer button before her face comes into focus on my phone.

"Oh my god, you finally answered!" Penelope practically yells through the phone. I can see she's in the main living area of the school, sitting in one of the large armchairs by the fire.

I laugh slightly, "Yah, I'm sorry for the radio silence, it's just been one thing after another here."

Penelope's face suddenly becomes solemn, as she asks, "Are you ok?"

After a moment of thinking over what to say, I answer, "Yah, sort of. I still really miss Hayley, and she still hasn't reached out to me yet, but I kind of get why. And, two other people died this week I was close with, but I'm ok. I feel ok."

Penelope nods, not trying to interrupt me. She waits a moment to make sure I'm done talking, before she says, "Well, if there is anything I can do to help, just let me know."

I nod my head, and a smirk grows on my lips, "Well, I've sort of been out of the loop of school gossip?"

Without even a moment from finishing my statement, Penelope is off. Telling me everything that has happened at school the past week. If I had to name one thing Penelope loves, it's gossip. "Well, the day after you left, there was this big party out in the woods. And then a senior witch got suspended because she did a spell, shooting a vampire from the roof of the school, and—" Penelope is cut off, as the phone is taken from her.

I see a glimpse of blonde hair, and I know it must be Lizzie a second before her face takes up my screen. I hear Penelope say behind Lizzie, "Give me my phone back."