For me, you died.

~Claytons pov~

Prom was in five days. Days have passed and I hadn't even seen her not to avoid her. It was like she was gone. Or just Tomorrow not avoid me. She wasn't the same anyways. It was like all her innocence have been sucked out of her. It was sad then again I wasn't all that innocent anymore either. I guess that was life. Right?

Still... Thinking about our parents.

Well my dad, and her parents made me want to reach out to her.She was the only one I knew who did understand. I needed that. But... She had ties with Larx. I couldn't afford to risk my life for my families for her. I wouldn't.

Curiosity.
I still wanted to know why. I wanted to know how much she knew. How she known him? How she could ever call him friends? If she was okay?

No...

Cmon Clayton you did not care if she was okay? Did you? Did I?

Okay...I was officially stupid. Out of my mind.

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Opening my locker it was empty, except for my depressingly large books that lay inside.

"What does he want with you!", Meadow asked, charging towards my locker.

Great.

"Don't you know sweetheart?", I shot back.

Rolling her eyes she crossed her arms over he depressing band tee.

"Obviously not...give me one good reason why I shouldn't help him find you?", she questioned.

I stayed silent.

"You said he wanted to kill you? He says you're a puzzle piece, I want to know what's going on Clay!", she demanded.

"Why do you care!", I yelled earning a few concerned stares from bodies draping the almost empty hallway.

"I want to know where I stand, I want to know the truth!", she pleaded.

Puzzle piece?

I could've laughed, maybe, or even screamedX
Or both.
Right now I could do both.

That's all I was I guess some kind of puzzle piece for a stupid machine.

"Well...you want to know what?!", I asked , anger surging through my veins. I was hot. Boiling hot. My heart yelled through my ears.

"Your "friend", wants to use me to suck all the good out of his sister, so he can build a new world...his world. He needs three pieces, and I'm one of them. The world is coming to an end, okay? Are you happy", I asked.

That pretty much summed up my shitty situation.

She stood back as if everything in her mind had finally come together.

"Now how do you know him", I charged changing the subject.

She hesitated, meeting my eyes. She was unsure and even more nervous and she took her time replying.

"I'm not exactly sure how it happened... He just appeared one day. He helps me, whenever I get overwhelmed. He appears until I calm down, and then he leaves. He's been appearing for a while even before you showed up", she explained.

None of it makes any sense.

"So he's some kind of demonic therapist?", I asked rolling my eyes.

I will turn my attention to my books lying in my locker.
"I'm not some joke Clayton!", She scoffed.

No, no it wasn't. None of it was funny and if it had been a joke it was on...well me.

"I can't control it. It's not my fault.", she signed.

Ugh.
A ping of guilt hit me. It shouldn't have but it did.
"I know, but I'm in hiding. I can't afford to die trying to understand your relationship with him. If we were friends...if we were ever friends you'll stay away", I reasoned.

Sadness overtook her face in a way id never seen before.

"I just wanted to help", she explained.

"Youve helped enough", I shrugged.

Hurting her, hurt me...but I had to let her go.

"Hes using...you know? Just don't get gurt, don't put yourself in the middle", I pleaded.

"Im not going to get hurt Clay, and I'm already in the middle. Remember?", she spoke quietly.

"Im sorry that you are but I'm leaving soon...and I'm not dragging you down with me", I sighed.

She nodded.

She deserved a lot better.

We both did.