10. Anger, Hate, and Love
Caleb threw a punch to Chase. He dodged it. Chase grabbed Calebs legs and tripped him. Caleb got up and held Chase's neck in a very fimiliar way.
That's when I realized I was in reality, this time.
I grabbed Caleb's face and began to pull him off of Chase. Chase looked at me like I was the one hurting him.
And when Caleb did a fimiliar movement with his hands, and Chase fell to the ground, I realized I was hurting him.
I took Caleb's face again. This time, I slammed it to a wall. I pulled a heavy object up, and slammed it into his head.
He fell. He was dead this time.
I looked and Alice stared at me. She got up, with Taylor's help, and walked over to me. I was to filled with anger to apologize that she had to see that. Too livid to grieve over Chase. Too furious to stay here. I left.
It was pouring down rain. It burned my skin but I didn't care. I barely even felt it. I lifted my head and looked at the dark, cloudy sky. What did I just do? People stare at my hands. They have a bit of blood splattered on them. I ignore their disgusted looks when they see my pale, ugly face.
Chase's death was all my fault, and I can't change that.
I find an alley and lean against a concrete wall. I slide down until I'm sitting, with my knees to my chest. I put my arms around my knees and hide my face with my hoodie.
Right now, Chase is the only person I know I love.
Dead or not.