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Holy CommunionI could not shake this feeling of inevitable doom, even as i sat with my friends in this supposed sanctuary, this church.
We had commited a crime, one that in the eyes of God and Humanity was dispicable, vile ... all together bad. We had planned out her death; at first we could not decide how, shoot her? strangle her? ... no, we choose to poison her, a quick solution to the problem that was Celeste.
I had watched her struggle for breaths myself in the cold dark room, I had felt no remorse at her death, she was a pain, a thorn in my side. I . COULD. NOT. STAND. HER!
One by one people walked up to the alter, a long line full of sinner repenting for their sins, I heard one of my friends (Leah) growl 'It's all a weekly ritual, why bring us here Cassie when WE do not wish to repent.' I shook my head at them all getting up to join the line. I had felt an unearthly pull to the alter.
The line rapidly, decreased and as i came closer to the alter a chill ran through me.
I knelt down
Mumma will live geez! lol
My father and Alex keep trying to force this doos awful potion down my throat.Will help to improve my chances of survival.... i don't perticularly feel like living much anyway so i push them away.
"Lorita Ann Drake you drink this right now!" i had almost forgotten how shrill his voice could get when he wanted it to. I raised my head slowly that was situated on Alex's leg. 'No dad. I really don't think i want to." I closed my eyes and steadied my head. I was starting to feel dizzy again.
I heard Alex sigh and stroke my hair. "Love drink it for Sparta. I know that you both think the world is ending and Sparta hates your guts like poison but she doesn't...not really, she's just upset. She needs her mother and if you don't take this thing she won't have anything."
My eyes were welling up and a heavy thickness set in my throat. "Fine, give me the damn thing dad."
After downing the vial of potion i asked if Alex could carry me up to sit by Sparta's door. I had to sort things out with my litt
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
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