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By the end of the night two teenagers were dead.
Mason Dale was killed. His throat slit by a beers broken glass. He was found in his friends basement. Some say his death was an accident, othe...
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**Elizabeths POV**
I don't know how long I stay there, sitting on the Graveyards parking lot pavement. The cool steel of my car feels good against my back- cooling me down from all the straining sobs and gags that's caused me to break into sweat.
Its a hand that brings me back to earth. Its soft yet firm and it brings my senses back to life.
"You okay?"
I nod, wiping my eyes before looking up to see the voices owner.
My blood turns cold, and I stiffen.
Alex North
I wait to see if he recognizes me, but than I relax, there's no way in hell he could.
He offers a hand and I shakingly take it, Waiting to see if he'll remember. If he'll remember anything. But nothing happens. He's face remains filled with concern, as if the only person he cares about is me. It's the face he makes to every other girl in school, that makes them fall in love with his dark hair and brooding demeanor. It's pathetic.
I shake my hand off of his and wrap my arms around me in a scowl.
"Thanks."
"I saw you run out before. My names-"
"Alex I know."
He stares at me so intently, I panic for a moment thinking- that's it, he's finally remembered. But he just shakes his head.
"You were close to Alice?" He asks.
"She is- was my best friend." I croak out, surprised at the sound of my voice cracking, it makes me seem weak.
"I guess we both lost best friends that day." Alex sighs. He leans against my car.
I know. I almost say- but I don't, I catch myself.
"What do you think is the worst part of loosing Alice?" He asks.
"Excuse me?" I ask obviously offended. My pain is private he should understand that more than anyone.
"I'm just asking because I lost Mason." Alex sputters out noticing that's he's rubbed me the wrong way.
"I mean for me, well the worst part is all the broken pieces."
I glance in his direction, intrigued.
"You know the pieces in me that were only his in a way. I'll never be able play football again without thinking of him, and hanging out with friends won't ever be the same. The things that made us best friends are broken, damn it hurts like hell."
I take his words in, realizing how deep they affect me.
Broken pieces.
The way Alice and I could communicate with the shake of an eyebrow, how we spent an entire summer learning sign language so we could talk during school. The color of her hair, her laughter, her smile. All pieces of her I had claimed for myself.
"We're so close my pain is your pain." She had whispered to me one night.
"Just like how your secrets are my secrets"
I let out an anguished cry- attempting to stifle it with my hand.
"Hey, hey everything will be okay." Alex says putting a shoulder around me.
But thats a lie. Things will never be okay.
The day Alice and Mason died, I was the one who heard Alex's screams in his basement.
I was the one who held him while he shook. He was drunk, and a mess, and covered in Masons blood.
I had burned the clothe I had worn. Even after the crimson red was cleaned off, it's metallic scent still engulfed its fabrics. It was unbearable.
Because I had gone down to help Alex, I had let Alice leave the party. Because I had gone down those stairs Alice left to go jump off a bridge.
I remembered in my dreams after the shock had worn out, how I saw her for a split second before I went down to the basement. How wish I had gone to her. It was a rule we had created freshman year. In parties we don't separate ever. And we did.
