Chapter 14

MARCUS'S POV

When Chelsea went for summer and Christmas holidays it was always hard saying goodbye to her. She loved spending the holidays with her old folks but I often missed her so much.

I wanted to call her and just listen to her voice but my inner conscience would always taunt me. It often called me clingy and that always stopped me from calling her.

It's been years and I still haven't gotten a clue about my so-called lost sister. My mother had left such a big task on my hands.

I didn't even know what she actually looked like. I was only left with the definition of her birthmark.

It's star shaped precisely on her neck.

I wish she was still here, maybe things would have become this hard.

I wouldn't be the broken boy Chelsea and I would have been good to her.

I haven't told Chelsea about my lost sister but from what I know mom gave her away to some rich influential family in exchange for a large amount of money.

She was going to use the money to make life better. She didn't want me to rot in that hell she grew up in.

Today was 2nd February 2016.

I usually missed her more on this day.

It was my birthday and the day she was murdered in cold blood.

I hated that awful memory. The mere thought of it gave me nightmares.

Even though I hated that town and it's awful memories, I always went there to visit my mother's grave.

I sat in the back as the bus drove off. My gaze always wandered outside the window staring at the trees.

It was peaceful here but I could see blood everywhere.

Many people were killed, especially women, who were usually killed by their husbands

I hated the old fashioned system.

Men here off disciplined their women with fists,punches,knives and beatens that created a blood bath in seconds.

I've witnessed all that shit all my life everything my mother went through.

How her hands shook whenever my father tried to touch her.

She was scared and I felt guilty for not defending her. I was just a helpless three year old but a part inside me always said that I could have done something to help her.

I'll always feel guilty for not helping her.

She'd often curl into a ball and weep simply in the corner but I always saw everything even if she smiled and tried to be strong for me.

She was breaking inside.

The pain inside her was visible in her eyes. She was like an open book. Her blue eyes were always hooded with darkness, the darkness that was ruling me and ruining my life.

I guess I know where my inner demons came from.

It was a family thing.

I sighed deeply as the sadness filled my heart once more.

He had killed her.

Two hours later the bus came to a stop and I knew I had arrived at my destination.

I got out of the bus and walked towards the gravel road that seemed endless. I didn't know where it was taking me but I just wanted to escape the torment.

After walking for thirty I arrived at the grave head the metal gate had turned brown and rusty it was filthy.

The heading on the gate read "PEACEFUL HOME FOR OUR LOVED ONES AND FRIENDS."

The word peaceful sickened me to my stomach.

Were they freaking kidding me?

Peaceful?

There was nothing peaceful about this hell hole and town. Most of the people here were murdered brutally; they weren't resting in peace, especially when they knew that their killers were roaming free.

The souls in here were in torture, crying and seeking for revenge and justice.

I wanted to help them but what could I possibly do?

I was just a boy.

I found my mother's grave and her favourite flowers had dried up. I was the only one who had left flowers on her grave.

I had bought a dozen of them but they withered away and dried up.

I placed the new fresh bouquet of red roses on her grave.

A tear rolled down my cheek and I quickly wiped it away.

"Hi mom."

My heart was pounding in my chest.

"I miss you and I wish that you were still here. I don't like celebrating my birthday without you mom but today I turned sixteen years old I guess I'm not a little boy anymore."

" I met a girl as well. Her name is Chelsea Evans. I like her very much and she's my best friend. But I'm starting to see our friendship beyond that now."

" She's just fourteen years old yeah I know she's a kid. But I think I deeply care about her."

"I miss her mom and she's not by my side. I want to tell her that I care about her, not just in a brotherly love."

I lowered my head staring at the engraved words on the grave.

"TRUST YOUR INSTINCTS AND FOLLOW YOUR HEART EVERY HEARTBEAT IS A NEW MESSAGE."

Those were mom's words. She often told me that when I was too scared to make a decision.

I knew what my heart was telling me but I just couldn't listen to it.

Love was a weakness.

Love was a risk.

A risk and a weakness I couldn't take no matter what even if it would make me miserable I'd deal with it.

I didn't know what my true feelings were and what I truly felt inside.

If I could choose anything

I would be good and bad one day

I would fall into love and stay

Would fall into love

And it's not fair

I keep on writing a sequel to stories

I know that are not there

I don't wanna die but I don't wanna live like this

I just wanna feel something, I just wanna feel

I just wanna feel something, I just wanna feel

Something really real so that I can really

Feel like a person again

I just wanna feel something, I just wanna feel

I just wanna feel something, I just wanna feel

Something really real so that I can really

Feel like a person again

If I am telling the truth

Watching my friends break their hearts into two

Makes me jealous, I know that it's cruel

But what can you do?

And it's not fair

I keep on writing a sequel to stories

I know that are not there

I don't wanna die but I don't wanna live like this

I just wanna feel something, I just wanna feel

I just wanna feel something, I just wanna feel

Something really real so that I can really

Feel like a person again

I just wanna feel something, I just wanna feel

I just wanna feel something, I just wanna feel

Something really real so that I can really

Feel like a person again

Can you tell me a secret?

Can you tell me what's wrong with me?

I know I should be angry

But I can barely feel a fuckin' thing

Can you tell me a secret?

Can you tell me what's wrong with me?

Can you tell me what's wrong with me?

I just wanna feel something, I just wanna feel

I just wanna feel something, I just wanna feel

Something really real so that I can really

Feel like a person again

I just wanna feel something, I just wanna feel

I just wanna feel something, I just wanna feel

Something really real so that I can really

Feel like a person again

Can you tell me a secret?

Can you tell me what's wrong with me?

I know I should be angry

But I can barely feel a fuckin' thing

Can you tell me a secret?

Can you tell me what's wrong with me?

Can you tell me what's wrong with me?

By the time I was reaching home it was already night time.

It's been a year and I still haven't seen her.

I missed her desperately.

I needed her.

When she became home again she was a completely different person.

She had cut her long red hair. It was now short and her body drastically changed. She didn't look the timid girl I once knew.

She was a fucking beautiful teenager.

I couldn't take my eyes off her curvy body.

Chelsea was hot.