|Rose's P.O.V|
Betrayal.
Devastation.
Grief.
Denial.
Anger.
My finger nails dug into my palm quite painfully but that was nothing compared to the pain I felt in my chest.
Both Kyle and Lewis were quiet, watching me curiously, almost like they were expecting some sort of reaction from me. I nervously gulp and look at Kyle.
He stares back at me in concern, expecting me to yell or attack. Honestly, I would've but then I had a thought.
Lewis is jealous and angry that I don't return the feelings and to further complicate things, he was drunk. Clearly he is not in his right state of mind. How do I trust what he is saying is true?
I have similar eye colour to my mum for crying out loud! Does he honestly think I'm going to take in his crap?
I snort. "Very funny Lewis. You're fucking drunk so I suggest you go back to your dorm before a teacher catches you and suspends you." I grab Kyle's hand and drag him out of the male toilets and out of the gym where wild and crazy teens danced.
"Uhh, its kinda my party so I have to attend." He smiles sheepishly but doesn't remove his hands from mine. Once we were the end of the corridor, I sigh and let go.
"Did you remember anything new?" I asked quietly.
"I remembered you punched my nose and made it bleed." He grins, chuckling lightly.
I mentally groan. He probably thinks I'm a violent serpent! "Oh, that's...great?"
"Of course it is!" He exclaims. "It's improvement. Is that why you're scared I'll hate you if I remember?"
My heart skips a beat.
Oh I wish. How I really wish that was the reason.
"No." I whisper, looking away. "That doesn't come close to it."
"You're starting to worry me now. Why cant you just tell me?" Concern fills his face as he stares at me.
"Because I...I want to spend as much time as I can with you when you don't h-hate me, before you begin to ignore my very existence." My voice wobbles as I quickly wipe a tear that had sneakily slipped past.
"Come on, it can't be that bad." He laughs, grabbing me in for a hug.
I shake my head, my tears falling rapidly. I'm so stupid!
He bends his knees a little bit so his face was at the same level with mine. His deep and intense stare holding me captive with a smile so rare, I'll be lucky if I were to see it again. "Don't cry, princess." He whispers soothingly, wiping my tears with gentle fingers.
He lifts my chin and brings his face closer. "I don't think anyone can hate you, Rose. To know that...that I have someone in my life that was beside me the entire time I was in a coma, just you know...I get this feeling you know and- and its hard to explain." He chuckles awkwardly, shaking his head.
He leans in closer, his eyes drooping slightly as he moistens his lips whilst staring at mine. I close my eyes, expecting to feel those warm and soft lips against my own but was disappointed when I felt nothing.
Opening my eyes, I find Kyle a metre away from me with his eyes wide open as he stares at the wall behind me, clutching his chest. Paralysed in his spot.
"K-kyle?"
William's P.O.V|
[ so this is what happened before in his p.o.v. Back before he lost his memories and then what happened afterwards. Like before the flashbacks will be in shown with **]
Anyone can get lost in those beautiful eyes of hers. They were luring me in unconsciously and as I was leaning in, I was suddenly hit with waves of memories. It took me by surprise, that I nearly lost my balance.
** "...I am so fucking sick of you. You're always controlling me, making me feel things I don't want to, touching and kissing me without my permission and you expect me to listen?"
"You mean nothing to me, William."
I let go and take a step back with a look of shock and disbelief in my eyes. I try to say something but I was speechless for a few seconds. "I'm trying to warn you, I'm trying to tell you that I know who he is and what he's like. He's only using you!" I say referring to Alec.
"STOP LYING! You only want everything for yourself, you think you own me and that you can do what ever you want with me and this may come as some shocking news, but not everyone loves you! Okay? So stop following me around like some fucking annoying psycho who has to pretend to be someone else!"
I remain quiet, breathing heavily. "You know, you might be right. I am pretending to be someone I'm not but stop acting like its my fault that I'm in this position. I watched my family get murdered right in front of my eyes, I had to run and leave them there lying in their own b-blood just to save myself because...." I wipe my eyes, taking a deep breath in. "Because that was the last thing my mother ever said to me. For two years, every night, the thought of suicide crosses my mind and I have come close far too many times. And let me enlighten you just how strong the urges have been recently because of you."
"Me? Oh, so now you're blaming your pathetic suicidal thoughts on me? Wow, aren't you a darling." She scoffs, rolling her eyes.
"You..." I say lowly, stalking closer to her. "I try to get along with you, I try to be nice but you only give me every excuse possible as to why I'm not needed here." I grab her by her jacket and fist my hands, pulling her dangerously close. "If you want me dead that bad Chi chi, then you could of just said so." I let go and walk towards the door.
She tried to stop me by pulling the back of my shirt but I slap her hand away.
"All I wanted was to be loved again. All I wanted was someone who I could trust, someone who could be beside me always so I could function properly and stop myself from becoming insane. But you, Rose... you just gave me one thousand reasons why I don't belong in this world, why my death wouldn't cause a single person to shed a tear, why I shouldn't ever trust another person in my life again. Because you weren't just another person that I have met, you were someone that knew the whole me, someone that I stupidly spilled my secrets and weaknesses to. I regret ever meeting you Chi- Rose."
Stomping away furiously, I run out of the gates, ignoring the security guard as he tried to catch up to me.
I felt weak and pathetic as tears flowed from my eyes. I slowed my pace as I pulled up my hoodie, feeling the chilly winter air seep into my skin. I stop after a while, staring up at the significantly bright stars, wishing I could just escape this goddamn forsaken place we call life.
I was a hated nerd at school three years ago. I was weak and scrawny with glasses that took up most of my face and after the incident with my parents, I was forced to change. I was forced to give up my identity to become someone not only better and confident, but someone that isn't even me.
It was either change or death.
Honestly, I would have rather chosen the latter.
The only girl that can make me feel something I've never felt before doesn't want me and hates my guts.
If she hates me, then why should I like myself?
For a whole year after my parents death, I had to go see a therapist like a mental person and I don't give a shit if they say that seeing a therapist doesn't necessarily mean that there's something wrong with you, there was something wrong with me because I was having fucking nightmares and hallucinations.
I was mental.
I was broken.
And it took more than a year to recover my mental state, another few months to build myself up both physically and emotionally till I was stable enough to walk without the fear of seeing Malcolm's parents in every person I pass. After that, I was enrolled in this boarding school.
I was lost deep into my thoughts when I was suddenly interrupted with a loud beeping sound.
"He's around this corner." A familiar voice whispers.
I frown in confusion, trying to recognise the voice. I choke on air as I come face to face with Malcolm's parents.
"Are we following the right person?" Dave, Malcolm's dad questions his wife, Larissa quietly.
Though I was paralysed in my spot from fear, I managed to press the emergency button located on my belt, the police should receive it and be on their way immediately.
"Did the bastard, Alec, trick us?" Dave roars angrily, staring at me from the corner of his eyes.
"What if it his him. I mean it's obvious they would've changed his looks." She whispers back, staring at me curiously.
They walk closer, staring at me closely. "What's your name kid?"
I gulp, sweating in my spot as my heart rate accelerated at incredible speed.
Larissa's eyes suddenly widen. "Dave, it is him! Look, he has a tiny mole right above his left eyebrow."
As soon as she said that, we heard police sirens close by.
"Oh shit! He must have alerted them!" He curses furiously and whacks me across my temple with something I didn't get a chance to see.
"Hurry up! Shoot him!" Dave yells at his wife who hesitated as she stared at me with eyes that may have held sympathy in them.
She begins to tremble as she aims the gun at me. "I can't do it, we've ignored our own son to kill him and I just..." Larissa sobs quietly. "Imagine this was Malcolm." Her sobs increased as Dave tried to grab the gun from her hand.
My head pounded and my eyes barely open. He jumped on me, punching me repeatedly across the head and face.
I smile weakly,
I'm coming mum and dad...
"FREEZE!" Was the last I heard before a final blow was hit against my forehead. **
I clutch my heart, feeling suffocated from all these memories. The doctor did say it might come back all at once and that can get overwhelming.
"Kyle, are you okay?" She comes closer, trying to touch my shoulder.
"DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME!" I yell, taking a step back, glaring at her.
Her eyes widen immediately as they instantly filled up with tears. She knew I remembered.
"Kyle, plea-"
"Just shut up!" I grit out, almost feeling bad for yelling. Almost.
"Let m-me explain." She cries trying to take a step closer but I hold out my hand, warning her to stay back.
"You don't exist to me anymore." I grit out, turning to walk away back towards my dorm.
Her sobs only got louder as I walked away. I took one final glance before turning the corner, noticing that she was crying on the floor with her back against the wall.
I turn back around and get inside my dorm, and slam my door shut. I bury my face into the pillow, biting it to hold in the urge I have to break and throw everything in the room.
I heard the door open and close and was greeted with the familiar cologne that belonged to Malcolm and soon felt the bed next to me dip from his weight. I was emotionally exhausted to tell him to leave me alone, though I doubt he'd even listen.
I felt his warm hand against my back as he gently rubbed my back. Why is he here? Shouldn't he be comforting his best friend. I lift my head from the pillow, clenching my jaw as I thought about her.
I felt his soft hands wiping what I assumed to be tears that I didn't realise were slipping out.
He didn't say anything. He only grabbed me closer to him as he hugged me, running his hands through my hair, whispering words to which I wasn't paying much attention to.
"Please don't go and do something stupid." He whispers, his firm grip on me tightening slightly.
I didn't know why he was here, comforting me, the teenager who his parents were after when he could be with her that he's known for years.
I hiccup, causing Malcolm to chuckle lightly before getting up and handing me a water bottle. I only stare at it with a blank expression. One can only survive without water for a few days before his body completely shuts down.
My eyelids became heavy as I unconsciously lean my head on Malcolm.
Maybe it was better I didn't remember anything.
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