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.His eyes are wide open, but his body is unmoving.I press a finger to his neck, but there is no pulse.“No, no, no!” I yell.I place my hands on his chest and push down, again and again.I don’t know how many times before I hear the sirens all around us.The people who fled must have called, but I don’t give a shit right now.He needs to live.“You can’t die, not now, not yet,” I say, tearing up.I push harder, pumping his chest to get the blood flowing, but nothing happens.He’s not taking a breath.It’s not working.Nothing I do works.How could I let this happen?Sam can’t die.He came here for me, searching for me all this time just so he could make me see.Just so I’d realize what a fool I’ve been.It was never just about revenge.I was missing something.All along, I missed him, his touch, his love, and I hated myself for needing it.Now, more than ever, do I regret not giving in.Not listening to my heart was the stupidest thing I ever did.Because Sam is dying and I can’t tell him that he’s right.I do love him.I just couldn’t admit it.Not to him, nor to myself.But it’s true.I love him.However stupid it is.I love him for trying to help me, even if it went against everything he knew he had to do, even if it meant they’d kill him.He was so afraid to lose his own life that he did stupid things, just like me, which he now regrets.He came to save me.He risked it all.He loves me … and I need him.“Don’t die, don’t die!” I scream, sniffling.“C’mon, you bastard! Live, for fuck’s sake.”When I see the ambulance arrive, I do the only thing I know I can.I grab his gun and wipe it off on my shirt, ridding it of his fingerprints.Then I hold it in front of me and shoot Arthur with it.Now everyone will think it was me who killed him.Everyone saw me come in here with a gun anyways.I’ll be the one to go down for this.I won’t let his reputation tarnish, even in death.He doesn’t deserve to go down for this.It’s my fault so I will bear the burden.When they come, the first thing they do is pull me away from his body.They rip off his shirt and administer shocks to his body.Shaken and defeated, I watch the scene, my bloody hands in front of my mouth to stop myself from screaming.In the shadows, I wait until they pick me up and put me in shackles.Until they come to escort ACE, the girl who killed them all, outside.I am ACE and Ashley.A killer, a seeker of vengeance.A girl locked up in a supposed mental facility because of a troubling past.I am both and I am none.I just cease to exist.Accompanying song: “Easy Water” by CavemanProvidence, Rhode Island – November 15th, 2013.The hospital I’m in has a cool breeze floating through the air, and the white walls surrounding me feel like a breath of fresh air.It’s so serene and quiet, with only the ticking of the clock to accompany my heartbeat.I stand in front of a mirror, brushing my hair.Red flakes fall down like glitter, dropping to the floor as the last remaining color fades.I look at the scars on my neck, which have faded ever so slightly.I smile when I realize they might disappear completely, eventually, if I give it enough time.Like everything in this world, my life and my body are fluid, changeable.As I lower my head, I see someone in the corner of my room.I can barely see her, but by the sweet smile and natural red hair, I can tell it’s her.Lillith.I wonder how she came here, but then again, I probably already know.I smirk to myself.She cheerfully waves at me, and I do the only thing I can do.I wave back and realize that I’m okay with it all.It’s not her fault.It never was.I no longer feel the pain, the anger that once rested in my heart.My head is clean, purified of the hatred, and I can step into life as a renewed human being.Wherever it may be, I will find my way back to living a normal life.Whatever that means.We smile at each other, and then she disappears through the door.I probably won’t ever see her again.I don’t think I need to.Time has changed.I’ve changed.What once was inseparable, now no longer needs support.But all is right.Forgive and forget.This is true freedom.The television is blaring, and I wonder what’s going on when the reporter tells something that happened a few weeks ago, which attracts my attention.She talks about a man with an x-shaped mark on his face killing for the girl he loved.Heh, I guess some stories do have interesting turns.I wonder if they’ll survive.They must, though because, like mine, stories don’t always end the way you think they do.Someone knocks on the door, and I turn to see a familiar face.Sam.My heart skips a beat the moment I see his face.It’s more vibrant than ever, and now that I see him in sunlight, he looks more handsome than ever.His hair isn’t as dark as I thought and his eyes aren’t as black as before.I’m not the only one who’s changed.“Hey …” I say, turning off the television.He’s now wearing a different pin button, one with his name on it.He smiles, and it makes me feel good without regrets [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]