Dear Devon,
I have no idea where to start or how...Our goodbyes were so sudden. I'd be a fool to say I saw it coming. That night when you touched my cheeks held me oh so close and kissed me so gently, I never knew that after that you would utter the words "Goodbye Hannah..." I was stunned, I was devastated as you simply walked away without any explanation. I could still taste your lips and feel the warmth of your embrace as I lay down on the tub where I ended my life. A fitting ending, because when you walked away I felt my life shatter to pieces and my heart stopped beating. Did you know that night was the final nail to my coffin? That was the last straw, you were the only remaining string that held me to my dear life and you cut it off just like that. Don't you think I love you too much to be discarded like that?
My heart sank as I read that line. Hannah, if you only knew how I regretted that night and how I learned too late that I was wrong. I felt the huge house is now too small, it's as if I couldn't breathe as if I was Hannah that night. Flashes of her on the tub holding a blade. I tried to shake those thoughts away, but I couldn't, I felt cold and sweat formed at my temples. My hands shaking I read on.
I remember going to school the next morning numbed and still hoping. I sought you and then I found you beside your locker with Cassidy, you were kissing her and I was standing there. It was like I was at a movie watching you both and you never noticed me. Even as she smiled and left, you never saw me. I did not exist. That hurt a lot. Did you know that you were the only one who made me feel like I belong to this world? You used to look at me as if I was worthy, worthy to walk on this earth, but why Devon? You just left me out like that like a forgotten other pair of socks under your bed. Cold, alone, and neglected.
What hurts me more is why her? Why Cassidy? You did not only hurt me and leave me, but you also stole my best friend away. The betrayal is so heavy that it bore on me every single day exactly 7 days after that, I ended my life. So you see Devon? It was not just a fling, you were the love of my life and you chose to tear me to pieces. Did you also bring her to that hill where we would spend hours just talking and looking at the stars and the lights of the city? Did you also bring her under our willow tree? Did you also kiss her and tell her how crazy you were with her? Did you tell her all the things you do with her you have done with me, and more? And every time you kiss her, touch her, and whisper sweet nothings to her, have you thought of me? Wasn't it like deja vu? Does my face flashback at you as she smiles at you? It was supposed to be me! If only you took a step back and think about me it wouldn't have come to this, because no matter how much we fought I would have always chosen to stay with you. Don't you remember it all? It was special and you know it. It was a once-in-a-lifetime kind of love and you threw it back at my face. Spitting back all the memories that I held on so dearly, like a crumpled paper you threw it all away. I waited for time to pass by, but it won't, wondering if you will ever show up at my door and take it all back, but you never came. I tried to find myself again but I never knew who I was in the first place before I met you...
Did I ask for too much? You must have seen how much I needed you? How much I have loved you? Worst of all you took my friend and I have needed you both more than anything on those last few days of my life. You must have seen all the signs and yet you chose to ignore it and because of that, in one stroke, you left me for dead.
I felt weak after reading the letter. I couldn't find the strength to stand up, I weakly made my way back to the chair and I can feel the lump forming in my throat as I gently sat down. I stayed like that for a few minutes. Just there trying to make sense of all that is happening now, about Hannah, about Cassidy, and the sense of loss that is overwhelming me right now.
Suddenly, I felt the air was getting too cold. I can see fog forming when I breathe. The hairs on my neck stood and suddenly as I was sitting there I felt a touch on my shoulder and her voice, Hannah's voice! She said, "Devon, look at me."I felt frozen, I don't want to look at my side, I was scared. But I also felt a deep desire within me to do as I was told. I slowly turned my head to my left and there she was. She seemed to glow, like an angel. Suddenly I was transported back to that day that I saw her at the Club. She looked so beautiful, so divine, so alive! My fears seemed to melt away...I forgot for a moment that she died, tears streamed my cheeks and I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Time seemed to stop and it was just us. Like a parallel universe where Hannah is still alive and we were happy. At that moment I felt immense love and happiness and I have forgotten the reality that she is dead.
She held my cheeks and slowly her face went near me. Inch by inch she was closing the gap and all I wanted was to feel her, touch her, taste her lips. I was drowning with the feeling of need for her. "Hannah, I'm so sorry..." I was crying and I held out my hand and touched her cheeks. She was warm and soft just as I remember. She smiled at me and slowly she kissed me. The touch of her lips sent electric waves into my body and I kissed her back with so much hunger and passion and she reciprocated the strokes of my tongue with as much ardor until we slowed down and tasted each other with gentleness. I felt complete at that moment, I felt love. But suddenly, as we stroke each other's tongues I felt a metallic taste. It was so familiar but I could not place it...it was the taste of blood!
I suddenly opened my eyes and realized it was indeed blood as I felt it oozing from my mouth down to my chin as she was kissing me. I tried to push her with my arms that were holding her. My heart was pounding, I felt so cold I was shaking as I try to get her away from me. The air seemed so thick and I couldn't breathe. I mustered all my strength to push her and when I was able to, I couldn't believe my eyes, she was looking at me, her eyes, those hazel eyes with flecks of green are now a hollow pitch black. I was unnerved, I wanted to stand up but I couldn't. She started to stand and I was so scared, every alarm bell was ringing inside my body and I know I should run out the door but I could not move.
She was now in front of me standing there in a white dress soaking in blood. She was holding out her wrists to me and her left wrists were slit open with jagged wounds, her flesh showing and blood was oozing out. I tried once again to jerk my body. I closed my eyes and will myself to stop these images of her. I'm sure this is just the alcohol in my system and the pills we took last night causing me to hallucinate. I started to calm down a bit and I felt like I was able to breathe again. My breathing started to slow down and my heartbeat was starting to thud normally. I waited for a moment and I felt like I was okay already. Slowly, I opened my eyes and to my shock, she was already on top of me straddled on my lap. Her pitch-black eyes looking at me. I tried to push her away but she seemed so heavy. I couldn't stand it. She held out her hands and started to strangle me. All the while I couldn't scream or even close my eyes. Her eyes were still on mine and drawing me in. I couldn't breathe, I was choking, her grip on my neck got tighter and tighter. I was slowly losing my will to fight it, my body was already convulsing. My eyes still open and my mouth wide open gasping for air. My vision was starting to get blurry. I can hear and see her laughing. Her head throwing back in abandonment like she was on a deep bliss of what she was doing to me. I couldn't find it in myself to fight anymore the darkness that was overcoming me.
Visions of Hannah, alive and happy, us on top of the hood of the car, the lights illuminating her beautiful face, us at the school's fire exit kissing passionately, us underneath that willow tree where we had our first kiss. Beautiful memories of our time together came in flashes and flooded my thoughts. I can hear her beautiful laughter. Her voice saying "I love you, Devon...you belong with me..." it kept echoing in my mind and then, darkness.
I purposely put easter eggs on this chapter. Can you guess what songs inspired her love story with Devon?
I woke up lying on the floor, my head is pounding, and my whole body was stiff and in pain. I was confused, I could not remember very well what happened, I do not know why I am lying on the cold hard floor and why I felt so much pain in my neck. I groggily got up, it took a few minutes for me to be able to find my balance. I felt like the floors are shifting under my feet as I scrambled towards the bar to get myself a glass of water. As I gulped, a piercing pain shoot through my throat. I coughed and coughed and as I looked at the hand that was covering my mouth, I saw drops of fresh blood. I was so shocked and hurriedly run towards the comfort room, I gasped as I looked at myself in the mirror, there were red and brown marks on my neck. Suddenly, flashes of memory washed over me and I remembered - it was Hannah, she strangled me. As the realization shook me, I could not fathom how I feel and what I would do. It's impossible and yet the bruises on my neck say otherwise. How
I look at my phone for the hundredth time today. I've been staring and checking on my phone for the past hour while I lounge at our porch. It's a cold December day and the days seem to be gloomy like what I have been feeling for the past days. I tuck my blonde hair that fell from my messy bun. My blue eyes are wide with exasperation. It's past noon and I haven't heard from Devon, it has been three days since I have talked to him. I woke up after a night of partying and he was no longer by my side, he just left so abruptly without saying a word. It was not like him, he has always been so sensitive when it comes to simple things like that. I'm afraid that Hannah's death has sparked something in him that could jeopardize our new relationship status. It's not like I have not been sad after Hannah died but I'm feeling something that I know I should not be even thinking about. It's a feeling so ugly it eats me up every time I saw a hint of sadness in Devon's eyes when we are together. Aft
I got to Devon's house and I hurriedly parked in his driveway. I went to the door and found the door ajar. I push it and heard voices, Devon's voice, it's as if he was talking to someone. the house was a mess, whisky and beer bottles were scattered on the table, but what caught my eyes were the pill bottles sprawled at the table I went near it and picked it up they were Diazepam. My heart was racing, I felt the cold air sweep through me. "Devon?!" I shouted. Suddenly, he stopped talking I went around and saw him in his backyard by the pool holding a bottle of beer. He was sitting at the lounge chair looking like a mess. "Hey, baby..." I cautiously said as I approach him. He looked up at me with bloodshot eyes and dark circles underneath. "Oh my God, Devon what happened to you I sat beside him. He looked alarmed, I held his face and said "What's the matter? What's wrong? Please talk to me..." His stare was blank and I shook him "Devon! Hey! snap out of it!" He looked at
I couldn't remember how I was able to get home. All I know is I'm at the garage and I can still feel the dread in my bones. The letter is still on top of the passenger seat, I couldn't get myself to read it let alone look at it. Even in her death, Hannah is still a bitch. How could she do this to me? I had been a good friend to her, it was just that I fell in love. I know it's wrong but Devon and I, we had a connection, I wanted to talk to her and let her understand but she never let me.As much as I hate her sometimes, Hannah has been my best friend for so long. I can still remember freshman year, she was all alone at the cafeteria, she looked so cool, she dresses well and she was gorgeous but she was always aloof with other people. That day Clint my boyfriend and captain of the football team was being so mean to me, he suddenly lashed out at me just because I was babbling about how he never had time for me anymore."Fuck off Cassie!" Clint said as he slams the
I woke up the next morning with a smile on my face. I hurriedly got out of bed and went to the vanity mirror. I caressed my face and put on a smile. This is perfect, needs a bit of work but hey, I'm back and that's all that matters. Poor Cassidy, she's gone and now I'm here. I am her.I went straight to the bathroom and opened the faucet to fill the tub with water and went for Cassidy's collection of bath bombs. Amber, my favorite scent. I hesitated for a bit, the last time I was in a tub I ended my life and it's but fitting that the moment I come back I start my day in the bathtub again. Touche'. I hum as I lather my body with the bubbles and leaned back. Ahhh... this is perfect. I never knew it would work and I'm happy it did. In a snap, I'm the captain of the cheerleading squad, the overachiever, the good daughter plus a hot boyfriend to display. I smile. "Devon...hahaha, I told you you're mine, now it's official, nobody can tear us apart anymore." In my mind I have
I got to school and immediately in the hallway my cheerleading posse come to meet me Karen, Danica, Mallory, and Kelly came to me blabbing about all those worthless girl shit, but I had to suck it up and go with the flow."Think like Cassidy," I told myself as I try my very best to pay attention to their snoozefest stories while my eyes scour the crowd for Devon, after we were done with nonsensical talks, We proceeded to walk the halls as we went near the lockers, my eyes locked immediately with Devon's."He's looking extra today, I bet you two had a great weekend.", teased Karen the redhead."Ooooh Cassie for sure had a few tricks up her sleeves especially now that everyone's caught up with Hannah's death and that includes Devon," said Mallory, the slow one. To which she continued to chew her gum and play with her hair while Danica nudged her with an elbow."Ouch! What was that for?" said Mallory. Kelly rolled her eyes at her and said "
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I've been staying in the mansion for a few days now, as much as I want to go back to my tiny flat in New York. I can't. I have been reading Hannah's letter over and over and I can't seem to get over my guilt. "Do you remember that day Matthew?" her words kept echoing in my mind over and over as I recall that horrid day. I kept on looking for signs of what had happened to Hannah. I just remember after that day she was not feeling well for a week. Nana Rose said she had been sick and she can't play with me because she didn't want me to be sick too. Mom would say I should focus on my homework than bother Hannah. I never thought more about it because I was just a kid too, I thought it was nothing and now, every day knowing what I know now, it kept eating me up inside. I kept thinking to myself what I could have done more. My thoughts were interrupted by Nana Rose knocking on my door. "Dear, you should get something to eat..." I looked up tenderly to her and said "Thanks Na
I woke up feeling the cold breeze gently caressing my cheeks. As I open my eyes I saw the brightness of day. I stared at the greenery before me and the specks of color here and there from the flowers that intoxicate my senses. The smell was enveloping me, it was a myriad of flowers, peonies, magnolias and lavender all mixed up in a warm comforting scent. I slowly sat up and I saw beside me Devon – so beautiful and peaceful. I looked around and realized we are no longer at the vineyard. We are at a completely different place, a dimension even where everything is bright and colorful, nice and beautiful.I reached out to touched Devon’s lips, so pink and luscious contrasting all the greens, blues, reds and yellows of this meadow. He slowly opened his eyes, all confused as he met mine. As I saw his blue eyes staring at me I saw relief, happiness and love. It made me feel all warm and happy inside. This is a feeling that is alien to me. Every time I feel happiness I used to remember having
I was feeling the pain of the sprinkles of holy water being thrown at me, it's like glass cutting through my flesh. I was wailing with pain as every words written in that stupid bible cuts my insides, I can feel my bile rising up my stomach as I vomit brownish green fluids out. I can feel myself weakening. It's as if my soul is being cast out of Cassidy's body.Is this it? I am a devil? The fact that the words of the Holy Bible is slashing my flesh like knives and the holy water like acid burning through my flesh are evidence enough that I have finally lost my last straw of humanity. I tried to hold on to it, for the sake of one last chance on earth, to feel human, to feel loved and to belong, but this, this is not me. I am no longer Hannah, I am the devil himself. My heart is aching not because of the torture the priest is subjecting me to, but because of the hurt I feel, as I feel my last chance to have a happy normal life, slipping away from me.How did it come to this? How did my
I stood before the french doors leading to the balcony, admiring the view before me. As I opened the doors and walked out, the fresh cool afternoon air greeted me. I walked towards the balcony and I marbled at the sight before me, a myriad of greens, blues, purples, and reds as the sight of the vineyard unfolded before me. I took it all in and smiled, a bitter smile. How ironic that my daughter lived in this beautiful place but never once saw the beauty of it? She was consumed by darkness, hate, and suffering. She deserved a good life, but it's too late. Instead, here I am successful in my quest to avenge her, and more than anything else, I am a ridiculously rich man, all thanks to Hannah and Lucy. It could have been great spending these glorious days ahead with them but there's nothing I can do. They are gone now and all that's left is me. The smell of sausage and tuna pasta greeted me as the staff put down the food for me and my guest. I was suddenly transported to the present momen
I have been tracking Hannah rather Cassidy for a while now. I downloaded spyware to track her phone and her whereabouts. Nothing out of the ordinary right now, Matthew said to himself. She has been spending time with Devon in his house. He flinches at the idea of her sister still being with that guy who broke her heart. She's dead and yet that did not stop her from going after what she wants."I need to help her, I need to save her soul..." he said as he sets down his coffee on the old garden set that can be found in the monastery of Saint Jude's just outside the City. He went there to meet with the priest that he searched on the internet that performs an exorcism."It will not be easy..." said Father Paul Revere. "Matthew, son, she is already in full control of Cassidy's body. It will need someone who truly loves her and believes in the goodness of her heart to perform this ritual. I cannot guarantee any promises."Matthew scoffed "I need to save he
I was shaken by my confrontation with Matthew. I almost killed him, I could if I wanted to. I'm so conflicted right now. I need to do something about him, but I can't. He's my brother and when I was alive, he was the only one who gave me all the love that I wanted. But now, it seems like I'm running out of options. I need to get rid of him...or I can do what I need to do with Garrett soon.I need to think about my next steps, but right now, I just need Devon by my side. To feel again, to feel human. What happened with Matthew is so new to me, it's the very first time that powers like that manifested from me. I am scared of myself but I cannot shake the darkness within me that screams havoc wherever I go.I grabbed my keys and drive to Devon's house. I knocked at his door and he opened it. He's always alone so I know he will be there. "Hey..." I greeted him with a bitter smile."Hey baby, are you okay?" Devon replied."I guess...I just feel
It has been 3 days since I was released from the hospital if it were for me, I would have walked out the second I got Cassidy's body back, but I need to play a part. That part right now is to look like a dutiful daughter trying to get better after a horrific accident. I need to stick to being Cassidy and not let anything slip, especially right now that Matthew is convinced that I am me. News of the Johnson family Scandal is still wreaking havoc on my family. Our vineyards are closed, sales massively went down as people boycott our products. Day by day Garrett's plan is happening and leaks of a negotiation to sell with my family emerge. I just wait on the sidelines, waiting for the perfect timing to end his life. I want him to get everything he wants only to die a terrible death, a lonely one, he will die alone and unhappy, just as I did. My thoughts were disturbed by the knock on the door. It must be one of the servants checking up on me, I thought to myself. "Come i
"Oh, hey Matt." Devon suddenly appeared by the door with a bunch of flowers and pizza. I can smell that it was Hawaiin flavor. I hate pineapples on pizza. Damn. But Devon's arrival couldn't have been more perfectly timed.I smiled at him and said "Hey baby, is that Pizza?! Oh thank goodness, I'm already starving, you know how hospital food tastes like.""I know, and since you have been feeling better I know you'd want something to eat so I brought your favorite." he said."Thanks baby, good thing also that Matthew was still here to keep me company. It was so nice of him. Would you like to join us Matt?"Matthew looked at me intently and said, "No thanks, I better go meet my sisters at the house, they must be panicking right now."I looked at him straight in the eyes and said, "When I get out of here, we should probably hang out and catch up.""Yes, I would like that." Matthew said solemnly. He stood up and tapped Devon on the sho
"And so it has began," Garrett thought to himself, drinking coffee while watching the television for the news. Dozens of reporters can be seen right outside the mansion of the Johnsons, a clip shows two cadillacs speeding past the crowd and inside the gates. The cars were chased by a group of reporters but they were met by security personnels all wearing black suits and immediately closed the gates. He smiled at the sight admiring his handywork, he could almost taste victory. He put his feet up at the center table in the living room and spread his arms open resting on the couch. He leaned to get his mug and take a sip of his coffee once again when a familiar face pops up, the news says "Found Dead inside a room in St. John's Hospital." He dropped the mug and it hit the marble floor as it shattered to pieces and coffee spilled everywhere, staining his crisp white sofa and cream colored carpet. He was stunned, he hurriedly grabbed for the remote and turned up the
I woke up from the ear-splitting scream of my nurse. "Oh right, Lucy," I thought to myself as I lazily scratch my eyes, the sunlight coming from the window hurting my sleepy eyes. The nurse looked at me horrified and I pretended to be confused."What's happening?" I said."That woman," the nurse said pointing her finger at Lucy.I looked at her and let out a gasp. Lucy was sitting down in the chair her head bent up, mouth open and eyes wide, looking into the endless oblivion of death. "Mrs. Johnson?!" I shouted trying to make myself sound like I was in a panic. "What happened to her?" I said to the nurse. She seemed to have calmed down. She went near her and checked her pulse. "She's dead." said the nurse and hurriedly went outside to ask for help. As she was exiting my room she bumped into Devon with Cassidy's parents behind. "What's the matter?!" my father said worried but the nurse ignored them and proceeded to run to their station. Devon and