Here is a story (no fanfic, not from anything, my OWN work) so I hope you enjoy and please comment!!! I would love to hear your opinions!! Even though this was the third anniversary of his death I still couldn't keep back the tears. The tears kept rolling down my face as I stood in front of his grave. I was 12 and he was 16. Our parents were business partners and had one day hoped he and I would marry. I hated him! He was always around when I didn't want him to be and he always interferred with my life... It was my fault he died and I was painfully aware of it. 3 years ago... "Please leave me alone Mackenzie I want to walk home by myself if you don't mind!" I said coldly. "Just let me walk with you, I won't harm you..." he said softly. I looked at him... I had to admit he was pretty handsome... He had brown hair and blue eyes... His eyes always mesmorized me because of the colour and the softness to them. I cleared my throat and looked away. "No... Go away, I don't want you here!" "Please... Katherine... I love..."he paused. "I can take care of myself! I don't need your help!" I shouted as I ran onto the street to cross. "KATHERINE!!!" he shouted and before I knew it I felt myself being pushed back onto the concrete sidewalk skinning my knees and arms to the point of bloodshed. In my ears I heard sounds of screeching cars, cars honking and women screaming... When I came snapped back to reality I saw a lifeless body on the ground and two vehicles in the ditch in the other side of the rode. My heart stopped beating and a large lump clogged my throat making it hard to breathe. I ran over to the body and fell down beside it... It was Mackenzie of course and I sobbed. "No... No!! Please! Please get up!" I begged. "Be with me! Please don't leave me! DON'T LEAVE ME!!!" I threw my body over his, but the paramedics pulled me off. I looked at my hands... They were covered in blood... His blood. I was so traumatized I hadn't even realized my own blood from all my cuts and scratches. From that day... I have never been the same... I've never smiled. I've broken all connections with friends and I have NEVER spoken of Mackenzie since the accident... and it will remain that way...
It was the beginning of a new school year, and I would be entering grade 10. It was a brand new school, and I doubted anyone new of the accident. I silently entered the school gates and quickly walked across the school courtyard. I could feel gazes on me, but what do you expect when you're a daughter of the wealth. "Excuse me?" said a voice when I was inside the school. It was a girl around my age. "Yeah?" "Are you Katherine Revant?" "Yes? So?" "Oh! My name is Jillian Olson! It's a pleasure meeting you! My mother and father work under your parents!" She was cheerful, but I couldn't stay, my heart hurt so much and
* and I didn't want her to get hurt by me. "Sorry, could you excuse me, I need to be somewhere and I need to go." "Oh... Yes..." she said ad she turned and headed the opposite direction. I sighed. Maybe had I been to rude? Oh well... I didn't want her to be hurt be me, so it was for her own good. I decided I would head to my first class early. I had English... Once I made my way to the room I opened the door. My eyes grew wide ad tears slightly formed in my eyes. Though the sun revealed only a silouhette, there was a man standing by the chalk board. He represnted Mackenzies tall and lean figure, and I felt myself yearn to reach out and hold him, but I knew it wasn't him. "Mackenzie..." I said softly.
He turned towards me, his dark hair and grey eyes looking into mine. He was just like him, even his glasses were the same. "Who..." he began. "Look who it is!" shouted a voice. I turned to my left to see a familiar face... it was a former classmate from my previous school... Daniel. "Daniel... I... I have nothing to say to you!" I snapped. I remembered his teasing about Mackenzie and his taunts. "Aww, don't be like that Katherine! Are you still not over him yet? That fiancé of yours?" When I didn't respond he smirked. "You remember don't you? The dead one? Your dead lover who you made excuses to get out of class for!" His words stung me. "Thats not true..." I whispered. "Haha! You would always ask the teacher to leave to grieve and your parents sent notes to get you out of tests and exams! You didn't even love him! You hated him didn't you?!" "N...no... I... I..." "See? You can't even pretend to say you love him! So stop being a bitc* and get over yourself! Because..." "Do you mind? Would you please stop abusing this girl? Can't you see how you're hurting her? Leave my classroom Mr.Stevens, you are dismissed from this mornings class." Daniel seemed shocked, but then he glared at me and the man and stormed out of the classroom. The man turned to me. "Mackenzie?" "Forget it... Forget what I said. It doesn't concern you!" I shouted trying to hide my tears. "Its hard to not be concerned when a child is crying..." he said softly. "Im not a child! And I am not crying! Who are you anyways!" I demanded. "Im your English teacher, Rafe Cartier," he said pushing his glasses up onto his nose. "You seem to young and immature for a teacher," I said coldly. "How old are you anyways?" "Thats not a question you should ask your teacher," he teased. I glared at him and crossed my arms. When he saw my posture he sighed. "I just turned 28 if you must know... But don't tell any of the teachers I told you or I might be reprimended," he said. "Fine... Whatever..." I said heading towards the door. "Hey Katherine!" I turned around. "What?" "Please... please come to my class okay? It starts in 20 minutes. But please... You might have fun!" he smiled kindly. "Dont count on it," I said and I left the room.
*History: Went through a depression a year ago and was always bullied as a kid. But learned not to take shit from anyone. * sorry forgot that!
I didn't attend his class, instead I went to the rooftop, I decided I would miss the entire morning but attend afternoon classes. I sat there for probably more than two hours and then I heard the door open. I thought it might have been the janitor or someone but it was that teacher... "Mr... Cartier?" "Hmm... I didn't think anyone would be up here. Especially not you... Why are you up here anyways?" "Why are YOU up here?" I demanded right back. "I come up here to clear my mind sometimes. You're not the only one with problems," he joked. "Not saying that yours wasn't. Yours was very tragic." "Oh... I see." "You know... I really thought you were going to attend my class this morning." "Sorry. I will tomorrow. I just needed some time away from everyone," I said softly. "I understand, but make sure this doesn't become a habit, alright?" he turned to me and smiled. "Yes." "Then I'll see you tomorrow morning," he said and he left me standing there, my heart beating faster than ever and my face flushed. I looked up at the sky. "Mackenzie... I'm not sure what to do about this feeling..." I whispered quietly.