It's Always Been You

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Kori’s POV

It has been eight years since the worst day of my life. I was sixteen years old and I watched from a closet as both of my parents were murdered. I don’t know how I kept as quiet as I did. Thankfully though, I was able to control myself until the two men left. Then, I lost all control of myself. I screamed so loud that the neighbors called the police. It was then that I stopped speaking.

I went to live with my aunt and really hated it. She was not caring at all. She hated me because of my mom. She was my father’s sister and did not like that my mother was “from the wrong side of the tracks”. That’s what she used to say. My father’s family was very wealthy. My mom’s family was just average. They made a spectacular couple. I don’t remember seeing them argue in my whole sixteen years with them. They were very loving toward one another and toward me.

About a month into living with my aunt, I met him. Jeremy. He was amazing. We became instant friends and soon we were inseparable. We were the best of friends. I always spent the night at his house because I hated being around my aunt. She didn’t care though. Since my dad was gone, she could care less about me. She only cared about the fact that my father left me everything. When I say everything, I do mean everything. He left me a house in California, the twenty million dollars that his parent’s left to him, the newspaper that he owned here in New York City, and all of the money that he made.

My aunt was very jealous about that. Anyway, enough about that shrew and back to the story of the best guy I’ve ever known. Jeremy. He was a year older than me and we had an odd relationship. Odd because we were best friends, yet I had never uttered a word to him. I wrote notes, that’s all I had. I couldn’t speak. I refused to go see a therapist and I refused to talk to anyone about my parents. He didn’t even know about them. I wish I could have told him, but I was scared. I didn’t talk about it. I really never gave him an excuse for my non-verbal ways. He just accepted that I was how I was and that was it.

He walked me to all of my classes, since we were in the same school and all the girls were jealous. He was beautiful. Light brown hair, brown eyes, six foot two in height and he was muscular. Absolutely the definition of a God. He was a year older than me and was set to graduate the following summer and I was a junior. Every girl wanted him and it seemed like he didn’t even give them a second glance.

I was head over heels in love right away. I know that he didn’t feel the same. I even knew back then that I didn’t have a shot in hell. I couldn’t help the way I felt though. He was so kind to me, so considerate. I have regretted what I had to do ever since.

I had found out that the two men that killed my parents had escaped from prison and I had to think of something fast. Quickly, I devised a plan. Not a great one, but it was really detailed, so that he would believe it and not think twice about what was happening.

We were hanging out one day and I told him, well wrote him, that I had gone to the doctors and they found that I had developed cancer. Brain cancer in fact. I knew a lot about it because that is what my grandfather died from. It took him fast, so I knew that my dying very fast would not come as a shock if he decided to do some research into what I told him.

This was about six months after we had become friends. Then, a month after I told him, I faked my death. My aunt, being the kind of woman that she was, wouldn’t miss me when I left. I had a note ready for Jeremy to find in his locker at school, stating that the doctors were holding me at the hospital because I was getting very sick.

It wasn’t hard to get a doctor to go along with this. When a lot of money is flashed in front of someone, I found that they would do anything you want. Jeremy found the note and went to the hospital, asking for the doctor’s name that I had given him in the note. The doctor was kind enough to go into great detail about my “quick downfall” in health. He claimed that I had died twenty minutes before Jeremy arrived at the hospital and that I had been there for only a day, from the time that my health went downhill, to my death.