Beautiful Creatures: 20 Years Later

Chapter 12: A Note

Lila Jane POV

I left the dance shortly after Jezebel, brushing off Anton. I had to see that she was okay.

But to no avail. I failed at finding her, and Aunt Ridley said that she wasn't home. I wanted to keep looking, but Uncle Link insisted I go home. So with a heavy heart, I did.

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The next morning was when it happened. I found a note on my fridge after rolling out of bed.

Sleepily, I took it out from under the magnet.

It read:

Lila Jane:

I left, because I know that I am going Dark. I want you to know that I will miss you. Also, I'm very sorry about last night. I hope you can find the goodness in your huge heart to forgive me. If, by some miracle I go Light, I will come back, and I hope you kick my butt to Times Square and back again. You had better be mad at me. Also, when I go Dark, I won't be here to say this, so I'll tell you now: good luck going Light. I know you will be an amazing LIGHT CASTER. I love you, LJ. Say goodbye to Liam for me, and love Anton.You deserve him. Goodbye.

Love,

Jezebel

No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No.

My best friend can't be gone. She just can't. I let out an involuntary wail and rushed to my room, opening my notebook.

I began to scribble random miscellaneous words, in hopes of taking out the pain on my paper.

The weight of the world THROWN on my shoulders/the weight of her life FORCED on her shoulders/no one else can UNDERSTAND

whywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhy

Light= Darkness/Dark= Lightness/colors blend together/pain unfurls/against the world/the/worst/is/yet/to/come

When even my notebook couldn't help me, I knew I needed someone to talk to.

Anton?

Yeah?

I need to talk.

Okay.

I'm coming over.

I know.

That was the thing with Anton: he's always up for anything. I barely knew him, and I had already gathered that.

Looking down at myself, I saw that I was a wreck.

I had crashed last night, still dressed, and so my clothes were rumbled, my face was tearstained, and my hair was a knotted mess.

Sighing, I scrambled for the shower. I had to look at least semi-decent.

After taking a thirty second shower, I got dressed in the most simple thing I could find: a light pink t-shirt, boring jeans that were actually Macon's, and I tied my hair up in a bun. No makeup today.

I scribbled a quick note to my mom, then hopped on my bike, pedaling faster than I ever had before, the cool wind nipping at my face.

Maybe if I had been paying closer attention, I would have noticed the trio standing on the sidewalk, watching me. Maybe I would have noticed their yellow eyes.