Chapter Six — Michael's POV — Her touch was electrifying. Her eyes were a beautiful icy blue, so cold, but still captivating. The way her hair swayed with every move, made her look so innocent and alluring. But what or who could have tainted her heart? Who made her callous and unpleasant? I sighed deeply and stood up from the ground. My mind was still on her, I could feel the fear on her touch. Something was scaring her, and I'm willing to find out what it is. I shivered at the cold wind that just passed. I looked around and stiffened. No one's here... But why do I feel a large presence? I asked myself curiously. I shook my head and ran home. ☆ "Hey honey, why are you so late?" My mum cooed, as she set the table, glancing up at me with her sweet smile. I shrugged and went near her, kissing her cheek. "Just went to the park, met a friend and we were talking," okay... She doesn't really think of me as a friend, and that was talking right? I mean, we had a small conversation... Ugh, screw it. "Who's this friend?" Mum asked as she went back into the kitchen. I followed her and helped her with the serving of food. I took the bowl of salad, and placed it on the table, following mum. "She's the new girl. You know, Mary Levine from the de Sancti house? She moved there about a week ago, and she's my schoolmate," I said taking a seat on the chair. "The de Sancti's house, huh? I wonder how they are." Mum frowned and sighed. "Well, it's just the both of us for now. Your dad is still busy with the case he's working on." I smiled at her and we dug in, but mum suddenly asked a question, destroying the comfortable silence as we ate. "Mary Levine? I've heard of her... bad rumours, I may say. But we can never trust those kind of rumours. Filled with filth and evil." My mum cringed at the thought of a young lady murdering mercilessly. "It's true, ma. Well, except for the fact that she... you know... them. She's scared, and she really can't trust anyone right now. I'm really trying hard to be her friend, but she makes it hard. Always pushing me away... But there's something interesting about her," I said, taking a sip on the glass of water. "You're such a good kid, you know that? I'm proud of you, Michael." She smiled heavenly at me and I chuckled. I really love my parents, it's impossible to not love them. They taught me so much, and I don't ever want to disappoint them. "But don't push her into anything, she's still fragile, as I've heard. Make the right decisions, alright?" I nodded and continued eating. My mind was still on her, it's like I memorised every little detail about her. Her thin pink lips, her eyes, her swift graceful movement, her voice— simply, everything about her. As I finished my meal, I quickly went to my room and logged online. And there was this weird part of me that was screaming to try and search her name. So I did. Mary Anne Levine — I searched. And don't ask me how I knew her second name. As I clicked enter, I was practically amazed by the articles that was on the very top. There were pictures, articles, and pages about her. Curiosity was getting the best of me. It was an article about her parents' murder— and how she saw the whole thing and got traumatised by it. She was covered in blood when they found her. She was cold, and shaking. She didn't talk for a week, and then I read an article of her and her sister being kidnapped, and then her sister was a victim of sexual abuse, and then murder... right in front of her. And it went like that for all of the articles that I read. She was there in every death of her loves ones. And I felt much more determined to befriend her. I shook my head in awe. What a strong person... I whispered to myself. I don't think I could live anymore even after seeing my parents die in front of me. I'd be rotting in my room, killing myself. Pictures of her were all in a blur— some were of her bruised and scarred internally and externally. Some were of her covered with blood, injuries, and tears. But there were also pictures of her, happy. She looked so different. Her hair was glowing, her eyes were sparkling, and she wasn't pale. She was alive. And now... She still looked beautiful— breathtaking, even; but, she looked like a living corpse. Pushing herself living every day like she needs to. But why? Why did everyone close to her die, just like that? Something is bugging me, and I'm going to find out what it is. ☆ This is Part One of Ch. 6. Part Two- coming soon x