Infection Z Beswick, L. (books for 8th graders txt) 📖

“I’m so sorry” I whisper in a trembled breath, I thrust the knife into her chest and she gasps, I lean back to look at her “it’s okay” she whispers to me and holds my hand, her grip grows weaker until she’s gone.

We both stand from her bed and leave the room silently, I nod to Colonel on my way past letting him know she’s gone, once I reach my room my tears flow and I scream releasing all the pain inside me, throwing the knife across the room and aggressively rubbing my hands down my pants to rid myself of Amaya's blood, I never thought I would have to feel like this again after my mum passed, my pain turns to anger and I throw my dresser and all its draws on the floor, I shove my bed and anything else in sight, I keep breaking everything until a strong embrace prevents me from doing anymore, “I’m so sorry buttercup” he says quietly.

I fall to my knees and cry in his embrace until there’s nothing left, sometime later I must have fallen asleep as I wake in my bed, I look around to see my room looking more organised with the smashed items removes, I’m still so tired and feeling weak I close my eyes once again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 11

 

Damon’s POV

The days following Sam’s death were quiet, the house became a quieter place with her absence, I found it hard to face April after Sam’s last day, I carry a grudge that she was in a relationship with my girlfriend behind my back, she looked me in the eyes each day with a smile when she was secretly stabbing me in the back, of course Sam isn’t blameless however it’s harder to hold a grudge against the dead.

She explained it wasn’t her but her split personality that made it that way, technically it wasn’t truly Sam that April had been seeing but physically it was, I know April is hurting just as much as I am but each time I approach her door I remember how she betrayed me, I turn around and pretend I was never there.

However some good has risen from the loss of Sam, myself and Colonel have started to spend time together, the time lost after he left us many years ago, he tells me he taught April some fighting and defence skills, it helped her cope with her trauma and helped them grow closer.

“Have you spoken to April after Sam…” he trails off not wanting to add more pain than I already feel, “no I haven’t seen her” I reply with a huff, “I know I wasn’t around for a long time so I don’t know your relationship with April, but at the end of the day she’s your sister, she was your girlfriend but she was also her best friend of many years, she really needs you, she needs her big brother” the guilt pangs from his words, I know he’s right but my ego has been preventing me from being there for her.

After our talk I decide to head to bed, I look to Aprils door when I reach the top of the stairs and sigh knowing I need to overcome my childish grudge, I approach her door and knock lightly but there’s no response, I knock more forcibly but still silence from the other side of the door.

I turn the door handle and push it open to see her bed is vacant, I walk inside gingerly not wishing to invade her privacy, I notice all her things are still here so she hasn’t left, she’s just not in her room.

I close the door behind me again and decide to walk to my room, but Finnian appears and meows at me, he leads me to Sam’s door which I notice that once was  closed is now wide open, I slowly approach her room unsure if I’m prepared to enter.

Once entering the room I take a deep breath and take a look around the room, all of Sam’s things remain untouched except her locket that once sat on her desk is now gone.

As I turn to leave I jump in fright at a body lying in Sam’s bed, Finnian jumps up and curls up by their side, on second glance it’s clear April is lying in her bed, she remains facing the wall staring at the missing locket between her hands, Sam’s face is in one side, while April’s is in the other.

I walk closer to the bed and lightly touch her shoulder, she jumps in surprise almost falling from the bed, “Damon I’m so sorry I’ll go” she stutters clambering from the bed.

“Have you been sleeping here?” I ask, she nods looking increasingly more nervous by the minute, “I just wanted to feel closer to her, I know that’s weird”, I shake my head in disagreement with a smile, “you two were so close for years, and you got close to another part of her I never understood, that’s got to be hard to deal with a loss like that” her eyes widen in shock, she slowly nods in response.

“I’m sorry I didn’t come to talk to you sooner, I guess I was so lost in my own grief, and angry at you that I didn’t consider what you were going through too, I felt like she cheated on me with you and just felt so betrayed” I laugh awkwardly.

“I’m sorry you had to find out the way you did, I thought she talked to you about it, and I know it doesn’t make sense but I never dated Sam, I dated Amaya, her personality was completely different, Amaya wasn’t Sam’s split personality, she was her twin she absorbed in the womb” I nod along trying to process what she was telling me.

“How is that even