Bitter Sweet Revenge (Sequel to How could she? She knew it was my dream?), chapter 2
I turned round to face Billie, tears streaming down my cheeks. He immediately turned his head so he couldn't see me. I rushed past not wanting to be near him, he despised me and he showed it clearly not trying to hide it. Stumbling from the cemetery, I turned right into Vikki's road. 'Oh god' I thought, Beth was also Vikki's best friend and when her Uncle had died all she did was stare blankly out of the window. I knew now would be exactly the same. I tried to dodge past her house, down beside the wall, I failed.
"ANNI." She yelled at me.
Glancing up, I half shut my eyes not wanting to watch her completely. "Vikki, I'm sorry I really am I didn't mean it please forgive me." I begged, falling to my knees, them being grazed on the hard, cold, rough concrete.
"Forgive you. Ya killed my best friend, I hate you and always will, I hope you die a slow and painful death. You fucking bitch." Vikki murmured through tears her voice wavering.
"Vikki please." I continued to beg, brushing some of the tears away but they were replaced by more.
"NO YOU BASTARD DIE AND I DON'T WANT THESE EITHER." She threw several things from the window, all the things I had ever given her.
Sharp bracelet clasps dug into my skin as they hit me, several CD's fell to the floor in front of me, smashing into large pieces of plastic. Along with several posters of Green Day and Good Charlotte, scribbled with I HATE ANNI. THE FUCKED UP BITCH. Vikki then disappeared, slamming the window shut, making it vibrate and just managing not to smash it into, massive spiked pieces of glass.
I pulled myself up, the salty tears, stinging the scratches on my face and arms. I glanced at the presents I had given her scattered all over the floor. I picked up one of the posters that read something different. Anni hurt me, so many times. I don't think I can ever forgive her; I miss Leigh so much, I just want this all to be a horrible dream. I had stopped crying by this point as I read Vikki's message, Leigh had been the only one she had ever told her deepest secrets too, the only person she ever really trusted. This was the only thing I took, as I drifted down the street, trembling remembering everything I had driven Leigh to.
For some reason I then remembered everything she had wanted to do in her life, but the sad thing was, if I had taken her to meet Billie one of her two dreams would have come true, the one she wanted to happen most of all. By this time I had arrived back to my home, I crashed through the door, darted to my bedroom and fell onto my bed. I just wanted the pain to end.
The next day
Thursday damn I thought, I really hated Thursday the worst lessons I had. I hadn't had much sleep, I had cried myself to sleep the previous night and tossed and turned all through it. I coughed a few times, before getting up. Let's say I looked terrible well more than terrible my hair was sticking up all over the place, my face was red and blotchy and my eyeliner had run making me look like a panda. I did my best to tame my hair and make my face look slightly better; I washed all the eyeliner off and covered the redness and blotchiness with white make up, before reapplying more eyeliner. Attacking my hair with a brush I managed to tame it as much as possible. All that it looked like now was that I had had a really bad night's sleep, instead of all the crying as well. I slowly drifted to school, awaiting a day of pain and torture, knowing everyone at school had heard of Leigh's death and the fact Dulcie, Jasmin, Sophie and Vikki would have told people I had killed her so they wouldn't feel sorry for me, I was totally dreading it, as I walked through the school gates, to see Jessica, Holly, Abi and Lauren coming towards me anger across their faces.
"ANNI." She yelled at me.
Glancing up, I half shut my eyes not wanting to watch her completely. "Vikki, I'm sorry I really am I didn't mean it please forgive me." I begged, falling to my knees, them being grazed on the hard, cold, rough concrete.
"Forgive you. Ya killed my best friend, I hate you and always will, I hope you die a slow and painful death. You fucking bitch." Vikki murmured through tears her voice wavering.
"Vikki please." I continued to beg, brushing some of the tears away but they were replaced by more.
"NO YOU BASTARD DIE AND I DON'T WANT THESE EITHER." She threw several things from the window, all the things I had ever given her.
Sharp bracelet clasps dug into my skin as they hit me, several CD's fell to the floor in front of me, smashing into large pieces of plastic. Along with several posters of Green Day and Good Charlotte, scribbled with I HATE ANNI. THE FUCKED UP BITCH. Vikki then disappeared, slamming the window shut, making it vibrate and just managing not to smash it into, massive spiked pieces of glass.
I pulled myself up, the salty tears, stinging the scratches on my face and arms. I glanced at the presents I had given her scattered all over the floor. I picked up one of the posters that read something different. Anni hurt me, so many times. I don't think I can ever forgive her; I miss Leigh so much, I just want this all to be a horrible dream. I had stopped crying by this point as I read Vikki's message, Leigh had been the only one she had ever told her deepest secrets too, the only person she ever really trusted. This was the only thing I took, as I drifted down the street, trembling remembering everything I had driven Leigh to.
For some reason I then remembered everything she had wanted to do in her life, but the sad thing was, if I had taken her to meet Billie one of her two dreams would have come true, the one she wanted to happen most of all. By this time I had arrived back to my home, I crashed through the door, darted to my bedroom and fell onto my bed. I just wanted the pain to end.
The next day
Thursday damn I thought, I really hated Thursday the worst lessons I had. I hadn't had much sleep, I had cried myself to sleep the previous night and tossed and turned all through it. I coughed a few times, before getting up. Let's say I looked terrible well more than terrible my hair was sticking up all over the place, my face was red and blotchy and my eyeliner had run making me look like a panda. I did my best to tame my hair and make my face look slightly better; I washed all the eyeliner off and covered the redness and blotchiness with white make up, before reapplying more eyeliner. Attacking my hair with a brush I managed to tame it as much as possible. All that it looked like now was that I had had a really bad night's sleep, instead of all the crying as well. I slowly drifted to school, awaiting a day of pain and torture, knowing everyone at school had heard of Leigh's death and the fact Dulcie, Jasmin, Sophie and Vikki would have told people I had killed her so they wouldn't feel sorry for me, I was totally dreading it, as I walked through the school gates, to see Jessica, Holly, Abi and Lauren coming towards me anger across their faces.
