Amanda is not a bad person, no worries! Just a part of Mary's past! I'm finishing Chapter Ten. So when I get home from school, hopefully I can post it right away! Xx stay safe new reader/s, and amazing readers!
Chapter Ten — Mary's POV — I dragged my body to sit down on the couch, but I wasn't doing anything. I just stared at the empt space and I felt myself going deeper in the pit of my misery. I felt hollow. I didn't seen to notice the bagging on the front door. It was a faint sound on my ears. But when it burst open, my eyes widened at the sight. Amanda Cornwall. Such a beautiful serene lady with all the luck in the world... But I took so Something from her that I can't believe she forgave me for. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. She ran towards me, her silver blond hair flowing as she reached in for a hug. I froze. "I'm so sorry, Mary; for not being here with you. I'm so sorry," she sobbed on my neck, and I started to hyperventilate. She noticed my discomfort and let go, apologising again. "What are you doing here?" I hissed venomously, yet hurt by the sound of it. This was the right thing to do. Push her away. But she still won't budge. "Mary, stop pushing me away. I'm still your friend. I forgave you already and you weren't the cause of Tyler's death. He wanted to protect you because he cared and he loved you..." She said sadly. "Cared... Loved..." I spat with distaste. "That's the thing! If they didn't care and love me, then they wouldn't have died! They would still be here... instead of me." "It's not your fault Mary." she sighed. "You don't understand! You don't... understand... how I feel," I sobbed harder, resting my head on her shoulder. My heart felt lighter somehow, but my conscience was begging me to push her away— to leave everything. "I don't... But I'm here Mary, for you. Never think that you're a curse. You're not, and I'll always be here for you— and I'll even take a bullet for you. We love you that much, so please— stop blaming yourself." Every word dropped with sincerity; I felt so guilty for making her feel so worried— but, that's the thing. They worry, meaning they care— and it only leads to one thing... Death. And who will be blamed? Me. "Don't— don't say you'll take a bullet for me. I had enough. Thank you for caring, Amanda— and in sorry... But I'm leaving. I can't stay here anymore." "No! Don't leave, Mary! You're the only one I have left of Tyler! You're what I'm holding on to..." I felt her arms tightened around me, making me flinch. I scoffed, "So that's it? You're making me stat because I still hold a piece of Tyler? Of what?" I sneered. "His blood on my hands?!" I ran my fingers down my hair and wiped the tears away. "And what will happen to me here? People looking at me accusingly like in some murderer?" I screamed, pushing her away. I glared hatefully at her, but her eyes showed so much pain that if was unbearable for me to look at. Do I look that pitiful? I asked myself. "I can live here anymore, Amanda. By always remember that you hold a larger part of Tyler—" I calmed down an showed her a weak smile, "his heart." Those last two words made her break down, but she still forced herself to apologise and storm odd the house. I stared at the open door, feeling a hole opening up on my chest. Why is this happening to me? I asked myself, feeling sympathetic. ☆ "Where are you going?!" Michael demanded as I practically broke my front door down, and ran to my room. "I'm going back to Boston," I said in a rush. "Why?!" he asked, clearly pissed off that he's lacking of information. I ignored him as I packed some clothes and my necessities. "Mary, why?" He asked again. I sighed and turned around. "I have to go back to Boston, Michael..." I gulped. "Amanda died," I whispered to myself, but loud enough for him to hear. "Amanda?" "My late best friend's girlfriend..." I trailed off as I continued packing and running around my room to look for the keys of my aunt's house. "I'm coming with you!" He said. "No!" I argued. "I will come with you Mary." Irritating bastard. "Fine. Go get your stuff good for a week maybe. Be fast, or I'll leave you," I said as I closed my duffel bag. And when I turned around to look for him, he was gone. Fast. ☆ "Why did you want to come back?" He asked as we got off my truck. "Amanda died an unnatural death— it's obviously because of me," i answered hoarsely. "No it's not, Mary— you were in Washington! How can you be in New York?" He growled. I ignored him as I got in inside the house. It still looked the same, and it still felt the same; but it was lonely. Too damn lonely. "There's a room beside mine, it's the guest room— I'll see you tomorrow," I said nonchalantly, already feeling a painful tugging on my chest. I let the tears stream as I was out of his sight. I didn't want to see Amanda in a coffin— I didn't want to see all of my loved ones in a coffin... But I happened anyway. I crawled under the duvet and drifted off in a dreamless sleep. But before I did, I couldn't help thinking how unnatural could Amanda's death be? Covered in blood without any signs of injuries on her body? Broken bones when she never fell or whatever? What exactly happened to her? Short! But weeeell, the next update— you'll find out what happened to Amanda; and the next update after that, you will find out something about Mary.
oh lawd, so many typos. Forgive me! "I can't live here anymore..." "But always remember..." Etc. I'll proofread on my next update. Sorry