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Gone, was he.
My best friend was no more.
Death consumed him and
was lingering in the air.
The atmosphere was tense
and sad.
His mother brought me
to where they investigate
Elijahs body and the moment
I see him, I was faced with reality.
A white, pained body
was visible and I did not
recognise the boy who said
that he was in love with me,
I did not recognise the boy I called
my best friend. I did not recognise Elijah at all.
He was killed,
his throat was cut open.
Scars were visible on his face,
like tears they were scratched upon his face.
He was dead,
as dead as someone could be,
but he was still very alive in my heart.
It really struck me to see
him like this,
to really see his dead
body in front of my eyes.
It never occurred to me
how much I could lose in my life.
Now I know it.
I find myself wishing it was not real,
hoping he would embrace
me again, hoping he would
make me forget again.
"He is being looked at for clues that show us who killed him."
"He is being looked at for clues that
show us who killed him."
Elijah was killed, murdered.
Taken away from me in such
a harsh manner. Such a horrific way.
I see his scars, his marks and cry.
My poor Elijah did not deserve this.
I refuse to believe Harry,
my Harry, did it,
but somewhere deep in my heart,
I know he is the one who
took Elijah away from me.
I hear Elijahs mother
her cries next to me,
and on the other side of his,
I like to call it sleeping
body, I see my mother looking at me.
As soon as I arrived home yesterday,
I told her the news and she hugged me for so long, I thought she would not let me go anymore.
She kept soothing my hair and wiping my tears away, she told me everything would be alright someday.
I tried to believe her,
I really tried but nothing gives me hope anymore,
nothing is left here.
Especially knowing Harry killed someone. My Harry. My lover. My sinner. He played me.
He is crazy, fucked up and a sinner.
He warned me, a thousand times. He even said it himself and I was too blind to see it.
If it was true
and Harry really did kill
Elijah, what will I be thinking?
How do I process that, the fact that the man I fell in love with is a murderer?
It is killing me and
there is nothing I can do to
stop the negative feelings spreading
through my already pained body
and mind.
"He looks so peaceful,"
I state, pulling everybody
out of their griefing thoughts.
My mother looks at me and
smiles comfortly, and next to me
I feel Elijahs mother grapsing my arms.
She pulls me in for a hug.
One loving, caring and full
of emotions I feel my cheeks
getting wet again.
Tears spilling out and cries escape
my painful and dry lips.
One last glance at Elijahs body
and I move myself towards the way out, leaving my best friend for what he is, dead.
I let out a deep sigh
when I am met with fresh air.
The sun shines bright
and I think about everything
I have lost within a month.
But the thing that hurts
me the most, is the fact
my lover killed someone close
to my heart.
I always knew Harry
was complicated, maybe even
mad, but never did I see him
as a murderer.
My crazy Harry.
A vision of Elijahs
cold and white body
appears in front of my eyes
and a shiver runs up my spine.
Blood, scars, marks;
everything was visible.
I jumped out of shock
when I heard my new phone ringing
in my backpocket.
Pulling the thing out,
brand new because Harry never
gave me back my old one,
I see it is my mother calling.
I frown.
I have seen her just yet,
not more than ten minutes ago.
It could be important.
"Hello mother, what's wrong?"
I answered the phone, while
walking down the pavement along a busy road.
"Please come back,
we found something."
Not more was needed to get me back.
I turned around and ran back
to the place I just left.
The doors opened and I did not even say hello to anyone, I knew where to be and it was my only destination right now.
Looking at me as if I was crazy,
all visitors frowned their eyebrows
when I ran past them.
The thick air of the building
almost suffocated me.
Room 902.
Without hesitation I pulled
the door open, to be met by mother,
Elijahs mother and one of the doctors here.
"What's wrong?"
They all smiled at me,
one that did not reach their eyes.
The man with the white coat decided to step forward and he folded his hands together.
His white skin making no difference with the rest of the room and his piercing blue eyes staring
down at me.
"Miss Bennet, we found something that might shock you. Please stay calm."
Hearing his voice so stern
I start to shake a bit. He looks at me and nods his head into the direction of Elijah.
I follow the man to where my mother and Annabelle, Elijahs mother, are standing.
My eyes are now fixed on his dead body again and I squeeze them shut.
Letting out a deep sigh, my eyes flutter open and the doctor pulls Elijahs shirt away.
A white chest is being on display,
his broad shoulders without life and his beautiful, muscular body without his soul living in it.
But I let out a choke when I see something so horrible on his chest,
right where his heart has beaten.
A big J is carved on his chest.
A bloody J.
My eyes start to tear again and now I am sure of who murdered Elijah.
It could not be someone else.
Harry killed Elijah.
All three of them look at me with a questioning look, as if I know all the answers.
I stare back at them and ask
what is wrong.
"Darling,"
There is it again,
my mother just won't stop
with this word.
"-The police department will search further for any evidence."
I nod and urge them to continue,
which the doctor does.
"But this is a sign,
a clue. We assume the J carved on mister Elijahs body stands for you.
So the killer must know you."
I keep quiet,
not really knowing what to say.
They put his shirt back on and one tear falls down my cheek. Eventually falling onto the grey floor.
"Would you want some time alone with him?"
Annabelle looks at me with a sad smile. Her eyes land on everything in the room and it looks like she is afraid to meet my stare.
But I do want some time alone.
I need it,
"Yes, that would be great, thank you."
They all leave the room quietly and I find myself getting comfort with the silence that once again lingers through the room.
My stare meets his body and I smile,
I just smile.
Memories are playing in my head and escpecially the one where I met him.
I smile through my tears.
"I am sorry Elijah.
It is all my fault. I am the reason you are no longer alive. He killed you, I know he did. All because you made me forget."
Ofcourse no movement,
but that does not bother me, so
I continue.
"In that small amount of time you
became my best friend. And I want to thank you for everything.
But I want to say sorry too,"
Tears are streaming and
I feel myself getting a bit dizzy,
so I take a chair and sit down.
"For I could not love you back the way you wanted me to. I was distracted by the one that killed you. I fell in love with him, but it should have been-"
I hear an object falling to the ground
and out of shock I turn around.
I am met by my mother,
her eyes are wide and my heart starts to beat faster.
She heard it,
everything. My mother knows I fell in love with my captor.
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