A few minutes of trying to calm me down didn't work. Now they were just waiting for Mr. Beal to show up.
He ran inside the house and got there suprisingly fast. Of course I didn't notice that he was standing there. He was in amazment and shock. Even after everthing he had been through the past week, he never thought this could happen.
"What the hell is going on?!" He asked in confusion.
"It's quite a long story, which we don't have time to tell. We need you to help him. He was saying you're name, Mr. Beal." Malcolm exclaimed.
Mr. Beal let in a deep breath. So many thoughts were racing through his mind. He looked down and saw Ms. Bailey's dead body on the ground.
"Kim!?" He yelled her first name. "H-how... She's dead.." He spoke with a quiet voice.
"She's the one who kidnapped Kai... and Quinn." Malcolm said.
"What...How do I know your not lying?"
"He's not, John. But, right now we have to help Kai." Quinn told him.
Mr. Beal looked at me. I was huddled against the wall, my body still shaking. My eyes were bright green. "I'M A KILLER!! A killer, killer... I'm a killer!" I screamed.
He slowly walked over to me and brought my chin up. He looked into my sorrowed eyes with pity. He caressed my cold face. I could only see him through the blurred tears, but I could still see how beautiful he looked. His jaw structure and his soft eyes.
"I... I'm s-sorry.. I didn't want to do it, pl-please forgive me..." I said in a low voice as I continued to sob.
"It's okay, I forgive you. Okay, I'm here. You were just protecting yourself. What she did was wrong. Of course I forgive you..." Mr. Beal said.
"Really?" I asked.
"Yes, Kai. Really... I do." Mr. Beal smiled. His smile always comfortated me. I don't know why, but it did. Without thinking, I kissed him. I cupped his face and kissed his soft lips. The tears dripped from my cheek to his. It was so cold but when he took me in his embrace I always felt so warm. It probably sounds cheesy, but it's the truth. I wanted to live in that moment. That kiss.
It felt so right to be in his arms. Like I was safe from anything that tried to hurt me. It was like a dream. I felt my heart speed up. It beated faster and faster. I closed my eyes and that's when I felt it.
Like that was the last breath I would ever take. My heart stopped beating... I fell back, letting go of Mr.Beal. It was like I was being swallowed by darkness. Consumed by death. I couldn't escape it. It was like my dream turned into a nightmare, but the worse part is that is was real. It was all real. I was now just a dead body. My ora disappeared as I shed the last tear. I wanted to cry for help but I couldn't. My brain shut off and my body was still cold. The pain that once burned like a raging fire was now an icy numbness. All I could see was blackness. The last thing I heard were screams. My name being called out. Like a begging for me to wake up. But, I didn't. I couldn't.
And for a second... that made me happy.
Even if it meant dying, I could escape. A dreadful life. Where I was announcenced as a freak, or a murder. Even, a victim. I was tired of it. Finally, I could just die.
In a way it made me feel at peace of some sort. And finally, I felt free. Like a weight had lifted off my shoulders. Carried away by something so cruel, yet so delightful to those who needed relief of their sorrows. Something that only the weak and depressed found comfort in.
Something that some people call the end. Or even the beginning of a knew life. Something known as death...