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Post by Hayleigh Kay Del Rossi on Jun 28, 2013 18:41:12 GMT -8
What had she done? Even though it was not by her own hands, Hayleigh was at fault for almost killing a kid. Or at least, that was what she had made herself believe. That it was entirely her own fault. She was the one to lead the group in the first place. So, maybe, she backed out, tried to keep the boy from getting killed, but if she had not led the mob in the first place, then none of this would have ever happened. Right? Of course that was right. She was so sure that her entire family hated her. She thought so little of herself now. What she had tried to pull had ruined everything. She had been so selfish that day. Hayleigh knew that. And she just could not get rid of the guilt that she was feeling. She felt the need to get out of the house. She felt the need to go somewhere, anywhere. She did not care where she went. As long as she could be alone. Away from everyone she knew and everyone that she did not know.
And so, Hayleigh ended up at the cemetery. Who could she possibly run into there, right? Besides, there Hayleigh could visit her mother. Her sister went every year on the anniversary of their mother’s death. But she never could. She had never actually went to the cemetery to visit the grave. Until now, that is. Hayleigh walked to the cemetery from her house and towards her mother’s grave. She scanned grave stones until she spotted the one that had her mother’s name on it. The fourteen-year-old held a boutique of flowers in her hand (Daisies, her mother’s favorite). She set them on her grave, before kneeling down on the ground. She ran a finger over the letters as tears filled her eyes, ran down her face. “Mama…” she whispered. “How did my life get so screwed up, Mama?” she whispered, softly.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 28, 2013 18:45:36 GMT -8
It had all happened so fast. Despite his best efforts, Shayne couldn't stop thinking about it. He had nearly lost his life. Feb had nearly been left without any family at all. But that wasn't the worst part. Shayne knew that only his sister understood the feeling that consumed him. If he had died, he had no parents who would grieve the loss. He knew he wouldn't live forever. And when he did die, his parents would be dead just like they were now. Still, the idea bothered him. And he was afraid to confide in Feb about it. What would she think of him, knowing that was the worst part of it?
Shayne had been spending all of his free time at the cemetery. His phone, after being flooded with hate voicemails, was turned off. He would get another one later. It was getting to where he couldn't afford to pay for two cells anyways. He would rather just pay for his sister's phone. He wanted to be cut off from the world completely. And so when he heard a voice, his eyes narrowed. Especially when he realized who it was. She may have tried to stop it, by then it was too late. She never even asked him what he had been doing that night. She just assumed that he was the sniper. And that was the reason he was angry with her.
Now, it wasn't that he hated her. Shayne could never hate Hayleigh. But he wasn't happy with her, either, and he felt fully justified in that. So as soon as he realized who it was that had invaded his hiding spot, he wasted no time approaching her. ''Maybe because you don't think.'' he snapped at her, stepping beside her. ''What do you want from me? You want me to leave? Quit school? I didn't get kicked out like you wanted. Should I drop out? Will you let me live in peace if I do that?”
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Post by Hayleigh Kay Del Rossi on Jun 28, 2013 18:48:22 GMT -8
Hearing that voice made Hayleigh jump. She had felt so guilty since that day. She kind of wished that someone, anyone, would get even with her. And who better than Shayne. He had every right. He should hate her, despise her. She did not deserve anyone at all. Justin did not think she was good enough for him. Well, he did not actually say that. She just made herself believe that. But Hayleigh had every right to feel guilty. It was her fault, no one else’s. She started it in the first place. She should be held responsible. She should be punished. She was an awful person. But she was just so tired of seeing her family getting hurt. It was just too much for the fourteen year old to bare. She just wanted to protect her family. They did not deserve anymore pain. And if she could, she would take away all of their pain, even if it meant her feeling it in return. She would do anything for her family. She would die for them.
Swallowing, Hayleigh turned away from Shayne, placing a flower on her mother’s gravestone. Tears fell down her cheek. “No…” she whispered. “I don’t want anything. All I want is my family to be happy. It isn’t fair. Life isn’t fair, though. Now, is it?” She shook her head, sadly, and finally turned to look at Shayne, tears in her eyes. “I’m sorry…” she whimpered out. “So sorry. I-I just-I just wanted to protect my family. I deserve to be locked up. I’m a psycho. I’m horrible.” She looked down at the second flower in her hand. “One for my mama…” she whispered, looking back up, before handing the flower to Shayne. “One for you. I’m sorry…” She turned away, ready to leave. She figured that was what Shayne would want, anyhow.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 29, 2013 11:52:23 GMT -8
Once he calmed down, Shayne would figure out that it wasn't her fault. Sure she had tried to get him kicked out. But she couldn't have known what the crowd would do. And he would go to her and hug her and tell her that everything would be all right. But Shayne hadn't gotten to that point yet. He was still very angry. So what she said didn't phase him at all. Instead, he scoffed and shook his head. She handed him a flower. That made him angry, very angry. And he needed to let it all out. So when she started to walk away, he followed and quickly got ahead of her.
"Where do you think you're going?" He asked menacingly. He didn't know what he planned to do to her. But she wasn't leaving his sight. "This gift?" He held up the flower before crushing the petals and dropping them to the ground, grinding them into the dirt with his feet. "You're not leaving until I say you can." And just like that, the alternative Shayne was back. The Shayne Damon had created. And it was nice, tossing his emotions to the side for the moment.
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