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Living Death.
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Clarisse: http://weheartit.com/entry/34252962

Arielle: http://weheartit.com/entry/34254674

Drew:  http://weheartit.com/entry/30549093

Derek: http://weheartit.com/entry/34210712
 

Living Death.
 part 15 // FabStories

Clarisse's P.O.V.
     My mind was ringing like crazy after I heard Derek's intentions. Silence lingered in the air until I finally cleared my throat and said, "Uh. I don't think that's happening, Derek."
     He raised his eyebrows. "Why not? I think it's a reasonable idea. If you two are so in love, the best you can do is give each other your own lives."
     I cringed when he put emphasis on 'in love.' I hated how he was acting when I had claimed Drew was the one I wanted. It was as if I couldn't have a choice of who I wanted to be with. He was being such a jerk. "Derek..."
     I was cut off when Drew spoke up. "I think it's a pretty good idea."
     My eyes widened. "How could you even consider the possibility? There is no way I am dying again!"
     The boys turned to me, and Derek sneered, "See? Even prince charming agrees."
     That was it, I had enough. I planted my hands on my hips and glared. "Derek, just stop! I know you're upset since I'm not with you anymore, but you don't have to act this way with all your rude comments! If you really loved me, you should be happy! Obviously you're just a selfish idiot, since all you care about yourself!"
     Derek's eyes hardened, then they seemed to soften with a small glow. "I'm sorry," he murmured.
     The moment he apologized, I regretted all I had said. Snap out of it, the voice in my head shouted. I shook my head and squeezed my eyes shut as I said, "...I'm sorry too."
     I opened my eyes and I saw him examining his hands. I took this as a meaning to stop the conversation. Drew noticed the awkwardness between us and spoke, "Clarisse, I really think we should try it. It's all we've got."
     He did have a good point, but I still refused to do it. "Can't we try something else?"
     "Like what?"
     "Well, I don't know!"
     He sighed and chuckled. "Why don't we just do this first, since we'll probably be back on the day of our deaths anyways. And then we can think of something else."
     I couldn't think of anything else to say after that. He came up with very good reasons, so the only thing I could say was, "Okay. We'll try it."
Drew's. P.O.V.
     We were heading to the hotel where we both died, since it made better sense that way. I kept glancing at Clarisse, who was biting her lip and tapping her foot frantically. I took both of her small hands and enclosed them in one of mine. "Shh. Everything's gonna be okay."
     "I hope," she whispered.
     Derek was silent along the way as I comforted Clarisse. He kept looking back at us nervously, as if he was planning something. Maybe he is, I thought silently. I blocked that thought out just as we had arrived at the hotel. We exited out of the car and decided we wanted to do it in the middle of the ballroom.
     As we headed inside, I felt Clarisse reach for my hand shyly. I took it and kissed her very tenderly on her cheek, butterflies swarming in my stomach. It felt so real to be with her, as if everything was perfect when she was by my side. I smiled to myself, and we arrived at the ballroom. 
     Derek pulled out a gun from his pocket and my jaw dropped. "You carry a gun in there?"
     "Oh, yeah. You know, I just keep it in here for times like these..." he mumbled sarcastically.
     I bet you do, I thought, I bet you do.
     I watched Clarisse come back with a gun of her own. I was shocked again. "You too?"
     She nodded then pointed the gun directly at me. "L-let's get this over and done with," she stuttered.
     I took the gun from Derek and aimed it at Clarisse's heart. "I'll see you soon."
     She blinked back tears. "I'll see you soon...too."
    I smiled and then we pulled the triggers. The bullet bursted through my chest and I felt it pierce through my heart. The pain stung, but I tried to keep it together. As we collapsed to the ground I felt two things.
     I felt love, and then I felt like I had been betrayed.
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I am so so so so so sorry I didn't upload in a while! I didn't have internet and when we got it back, it was slow as a Pengurtle. (Penguin/turtle) So, my little Pengurtles, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, since it was filled with a lot of action and drama most of you poor innocent, sweet Pengurtles couldn't handle.
Until the next time, Pengurtles!
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BTW;
-I've made my decision, there will be two endings for this story. I am also doing a bonus chapter!
-PLEASE READ. So, I said that I would write the sequel to "Living Death" after this is finished. But more people voted for, "From This Moment," so that is what I'll write after. You can read the summaries on my earlier quote. If you wanted the sequel first, COMMENT BELOW.

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Living Death.
 part 14 // FabStories

Clarisse's P.O.V.
    I mentally swore, then slowly twisted my body so I was fully facing Derek. It pained me to see his grim expression clouding his face, knowing I was the one that had plastered it there. I took a deep breath and tried my best to say in a loud clear voice, "Derek. We didn't see you there."
     He ignored me and kept quiet. After what felt like hours, he finally spoke. 
     "I thought it was us, Clarisse," he mumbled, kicking at sand.
     I looked down, embarrased. "Not anymore, Derek. Not anymore."
     He nodded slightly, then reached his hand over and tilted my face up to his. "I get it...I guess. Friends?"
     Friends? His voice echoed in my mind. How could we still be friends? That would make things more awkward, and that might cause some tension between him and Drew. But I knew the real answer, "I-I guess."
     A smile forced itself onto his lips, but the sorrowful expression stayed in his brilliant green eyes. "I guess we should go, then."
     "Yeah, yeah," I agreed, turning to Drew. He smiled sadly, then locked his hand into mine.
     Derek led us to to the car, and took over the driver's seat. I stayed in the back with Drew, who had his arms around me. For the first time in a while, I glanced up at his face and allowed my feelings to just show themselves, by smiling at him and letting my eyes glow a bright color. He noticed me and grinned, whispering, "You like what you see?"
     I blushed, then winked at him. "Yup."
     He laughed quietly, then seriously added, "I love you, Clarisse."
     Since I had never experienced true love for anyone before, I was speechless. What do I say? I thought. Should I say it back to him? "Uh..."
     Luckily, he didn't take it seriously. "Say it, " he hissed.
     "Who do you think you are? Edward Cullen?" I giggled.
     He smiled evilly. "Say it. Say it."
     "Vampire," I choked out, trying to hold in my laughter.
     Drew raised an eyebrow seductively. "Are you afraid?"
     "Yes!" I blurted out, my laughter escaping. We were both screaming by then, and I caught Derek eyeing us carefully. "Keep it down back there," he said.
     "Keep your eyes on the road," Drew answered, smirking.
     Derek turned away from us and continued driving. Drew looked back at me and said, "Say it. For real this time."
     "I love you, Drew."
Derek's P.O.V.
     I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't take hearing their joyful laughter and seeing their happy smiles. It was too much. But I did my best to hold it all in, and focused on where we were going.
     "So, Drew," I cleared my throat, "You committed suicide, right? How and where did you do it?"
     He frowned. "What's it to you?"
     "Trust me, I have an idea of getting out of here."
     He nodded, then said, "It was at 11:58PM outside of Clarisse's hotel while my father...killed Clarisse. I did it by shooting a bullet to my back."
     This is great, I thought. "Well, I had this pretty...wild idea."
     "Oh?" Clarisse and Drew asked curiously in unison.
     "Since you both died at the same time, and the same way, I thought that you could...shoot yourselves at the same at 11:58PM."
     "Why the heck would we do that?" Clarisse yelped.
     "I told you, you have to give someone you love something. And you two would be giving each other your lives."
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BTW;
-I've made my decision, there will be two endings for this story. I am also doing a bonus chapter!
-PLEASE READ. So, I said that I would write the sequel to "Living Death" after this is finished. But more people voted for, "From This Moment," so that is what I'll write after. You can read the summaries on my earlier quote. If you wanted the sequel first, COMMENT BELOW.

Love Y'all. <3

Living Death.
 part 13 // FabStories

Drew's P.O.V.
    I cursed at myself every step of the way, heading back to the car where Clarisse had said I could come. Why was I so stupid? How could I have said that in front of Arielle? I began to really value the saying, "think before you speak." I shook off my thoughts and snook a glance at Clarisse, who was still sobbing in Derek's arms. I wish I could comfort and hold her like he can, I thought. But obviously not. After all that I've done, Clarisse would never think of me more than an enemy. Nothing could change that.
Clarisse's P.O.V.
     I missed my best friend. I couldn't stand the fact she was gone. I wished she was sitting next to me right now, spouting off ideas on how to get out of here. But no, that's never going to happen. Nothing ever goes my way.
     I began to think of what Drew was to me. A companion? I didn't know what my true feelings for him were anymore. My mind was much too crowded with other thoughts to focus on that now. I climbed into the driver's seat as the two boys got in the back of the car. I started the engine and backed out slowly, trying to keep my eyes blank
     "Why don't we go to the beach?" Derek suggested.
     "Why would we do that?" I asked.
     "Well, we've had a lot of drama lately. I think we just need time to kick back and relax."
     I pondered this for a moment, then agreed. It was for the better, anyways. Then I remembered Drew. I peeked at him in the corner of my eye and saw him slumped in the corner. Silent tears streamed down his cheeks, and he kept his eyes down at the floor. Sympathetic, I blurted out, "Do you want to come to the beach with us, Drew?"
     He lifted his head and offered me a tight smile. I found it kind of adorable, but I pushed that thought away quickly. I heard him mumble quietly, "Sure."
     I turned on the road to the beach and we were there a few minutes later. I got out of the car and slammed the door, turning to the boys. Derek's jaw was clenched, and he seemed to be quite angry. I ignored him and looked at Drew instead, who was already staring at me. We held our gaze for a minute, then I looked away, blushing. But Drew then asked, "Can I talk to you, Clarisse?"
     You want to talk to me? I thought. But I answered, "Sure."
     I looked at Derek who gave me a slight nod, so Drew and I walked to the edge of the shore. I locked eyes with him expectantly, waiting for him to speak. He gave me an apologetic look when he said, "Look, I'm really sorry for hurting Arielle."
     "Well, I guess I could forgive you," I muttered.
     He grinned. "I also want you to know, I'm so sorry for leaving you when we were younger for a girl."
     I was stunned. "So, you apologize now? After all these years? You think that since we're dead, that's gonna make a difference?"
     He was taken aback, and his smile vanished. "Clarisse...I am really sorry. Honestly. Can we just try to be friends?"
    "But I thought you had feelings for me," I blurted out. My hand quickly covered my mouth, regretting those words.
     "I do. But since you're pretty mad at me, I think it's best to just hide those feelings."
     My mind was screaming, "No!" I debated whether to let him in on my emotions towards him as well, or clamp my lips shut and agree with him. But my heart had won. "Drew...I think I'm in love with you, too."
     I couldn't take it all in at once. His beautiful brown eyes widening, and his body moving towards me. His arms came around my waist, embracing me to make me feel safe and loved. When his lips collided with mine, sparks were flying throughout my body. Our hearts were beating as one, and our mouths moved in sync with one another. I wanted to save this memory: the sun setting in front of us, the cool waves lapping against our feet, and the breeze playing with our hair. But most of all, our kiss.
     Then that moment was shattered when I heard a shocked voice yelling, "Clarisse? What are you doing?"
     I broke apart from Drew to see Derek standing behind us, his eyes full of disbelief and sadness. 
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I couldn't let them not kiss any longer! What's your opinion? Derek or Drew?
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BTW;
-I've made my decision, there will be two endings for this story. I am also doing a bonus chapter!
-I am writing the sequel to "Living Death," after I am finished this story. You can see the summary on my last quote. It will be called, "Living Life." ( Any title suggestions? That one seem awkward. I might change it later on )

Love Y'all. <3

Living Death.
 part 12 // FabStories

Drew's P.O.V.
     After I said that, my head started to spin and the voice in my mind whispered, Why would you say that? You hurt her. There's no way she's gonna believe that. I shook that thought off, and forced myself to meet Clarisse's eyes. The emotions didn't bother hiding: disbelief, shock, and amazement. The corners of my lips twitched up into a smile, and for the first time in a long time, I was happy when I was with her.
     "You...mean it?" she asked, tapping her fingers on her arms.
     I reluctantly nodded, hopeful for a positive answer. Instead, she remained silent while Arielle had a sad expression on her pale face. Worried, I asked, "Arielle? Are you okay?"
     She mumbled, "No," and stomped off. Desperate to make sure she was fine, I trailed along behind her. When we were out of sight from Clarisse and Derek, I tapped her on her shoulder and said, "I know you're not fine. Tell me what's wrong."
     She slowly turned around, glaring at me. She opened her mouth to speak, but quickly closed it, and instead her hand smacked clean across my face. My cheeks stung in pain, and I took a step back, saying, "What was that for?"
     "For hurting me," she whispered. Then she crumpled to the ground and silent tears escaped her eyes. As if she couldn't take it anymore, loud sobs racked her body, and she let out wails, sending Clarisse and Derek running to us.
     "I hate you!" Arielle screamed as Clarisse tried to calm her down. I didn't understand anything, I didn't know what I had done.
     "Drew, what happened?" Derek asked sternly, crossing his arms over his chest. I could tell he didn't like me very much.
     "I don't know! Apparently I 'hurt her' and she broke down crying!" I said.
     Derek rolled his eyes and knelt down next to Arielle who was shaking in sorrow. I felt sympathy for her, when Clarisse turned to me, "This is all your fault!"
     "What?" I asked stupidly.
     "Why did you admit you loved me in front of Arielle? She loves you, you know. She'd do anything for you!" she screeched at the top of her lungs.
     I blinked away tears when I heard this. Everything is all your fault, you monster, the voice said again.
     As Arielle stared straight into my eyes, I ignored my feelings for Clarisse and knew what I had to do.
     I bent down next to her and crashed my lips onto hers.
Clarisse's P.O.V.
     Anger was an understatement of what I felt for Drew. I watched as he kissed Arielle on the lips as Derek and I just stood there, glaring furiously at him. Then Arielle struggled to push Drew away from her, and he pulled back hesitantly. Arielle's usual beautiful face was a mess, and she spat at Drew, "Get away from me, you idiot."
     "But....I....." Drew started.
     "Shut up," she cut him off, rising to her feet.
     I turned to her and said, "Oh, Arielle, I'm so sorry, believe me..."
     She glared at me. "You can have your pretty little prince charming. Just leave me alone."
     I was shocked, she had never been rude to me. My jaw dropped open, but Derek filled in for me saying, "That's a bit too harsh, Arielle."
     "In your mind it is. Have fun getting out of here."
     Then she turned around, and walked off into the distance, while my face soaked in my own tears. I turned to Derek and pressed my face into his chest and tried to clear my head. "Why?" I asked, tilting my head up to look at Derek. His face held a grim expression.
     "Shh," he soothed, not answering my question.
     Drew cleared his throat, forcing us to look at him. He was frowning and his eyes were glassy, showing he was on the verge of crying. "Um, are you okay?"
     "No," I muttered, clearly not interested for his pity.
     He nodded slightly, then looked down at his shoes. I pushed my head back down into Derek's chest, and cried silently.
     "Where are you, Arielle?"
     
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-I am writing the sequel to "Living Death," after I am finished this story. You can see the summary on my last quote. It will be called, "Living Life." ( Any title suggestions? That one seem awkward. I might change it later on )

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Living Death.
 part 11 // FabStories

Clarisse's P.O.V.
     "What?" I exclaim. "No! I hate Drew, seriously!"
     Every part of me was screaming out curses directed at Drew, but there was a tiny voice inside of me whispering, just admit your feelings. No matter how much I tried to hide it, deep down I knew how much I was hurting for Drew, how much I still loved him. But I couldn't admit that. Not now.
     "Then who else?" Arielle asked quietly. She was staring down at her feet, nervous.
     "Derek?" I mumbled hopelessly.
     "Then what could you possibly give me?" he challenged.
     I shrugged, unable to answer. He was right. But I quickly thought of another tactic. "But Drew's frozen on this day too. How do I talk to him, or actually give him something?"
     Arielle glanced up at me. A frown was on her lips as she said, "You don't think I'm stupid, right? Why would I wish to admit my feelings to Drew if I can't talk to him either?"
     I was feeling very confused. "What?"
     "Drew committed suicide on your birthday. That's why he wasn't there."
    Boom. At one second, you're feeling perfectly fine, then the next it's as if the world's collapsed on your shoulders. It's like a firework exploding inside you, or an earthquake in your mind. That's why it's not always the best to learn the truth. 
     "So, where is he?" Derek asked, tilting his head to the side, snapping me back to reality.
     Arielle shrugged. "I don't know. But I know he's here with us. I know it."
     The thought of seeing Drew again replaced the earthquakes and fireworks with warmth and butterflies. Seeing him again made my heart race uncontrollably, and my sullen thoughts disappear. Cut it out, I thought, you hate him.
     But instead, my mind wandered back to memories I spent with Drew. Special moments in his old pick-up truck, spending time together in our tree fort, sunny times at the lake...
     I remembered when we were sitting there together, where we would spill all our secrets, dicuss our problems, and just talk. It was nice to have someone there for you. Then it clicked. Drew must be at the lake, I think, he always goes there when he's sad or upset.
     I turned to Arielle and Derek. "The lake."
     Arielle turned to me with disbelief. "What? Why would he be at the lake?"
     "Just trust me!" I said, heading to the car with them trailing behind me. I started the engine with Derek in the passenger seat, Arielle in the back. I backed out of her driveway and headed down the familiar roads to the lake. The last time I had been there was about six months back. 
     We arrived quickly, since I was driving faster than usual, and I bounced out of the car excitedly. I ran towards the lake before Derek and Arielle could catch up to me. I stopped in my tracks and my heart sank when I saw no sign of Drew, and my lips fell into a frown. I felt Arielle and Derek behind me, panting tiredly. They quieted down when they saw that Drew was not here.
     "Well, where's Drew?" Derek asked, nudging me.
     "I-I don't know," I stutter.
     I was too upset to speak anymore, my stomach was twirling and my head was erupting like a volcano. I was about to head back to who knows where, when I heard a voice behind me.
     "Clarisse?" Drew asked.
     I turned around, astonished, and I saw Drew's dark blonde hair glinting in the sun. He stepped forward so his chocolate brown eyes appeared, and he smiled a little.
     "Long time no see," he said.
     "Yeah," I murmured. Now what he was here, I had no idea of what to say.
     "...Drew?" Arielle asked, speaking for me.
     Drew turned to her, as if noticing her only this minute. "Oh, hey Arielle." Then he noticed Derek beside her. "Your boyfriend?"
     Derek shook his head swiftly. "No, Clarisse's."
     Drew raised an eyebrow and frowned a little, showing disappointment. But he was quick enough to regain his composure before I could quite catch it. "Derek," I hissed, elbowing him in the ribs.
     "What? Aren't I your boyfriend? I mean, we kissed and we hold hands," he answered, "Sometimes."
     I shook my head firmly. "No. I am single, thank you very much."
     He blushed a little, and rubbed the back of his neck, embarrased. "Oh."
     I shrugged and turned back to Drew. "So, you know why you're here, right?"
     Drew shifted on his feet awkwardly. "Well, kind of. I guess."
     Arielle spoke up. "I can tell you."
     But Drew didn't give her time to speak.
     "Clarisse, I wished for one more time to see you. To apologize and tell you how much I still love you."
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Heheheheh. I am so evil. So tell me, Derek or Drew?
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-I've made my decision, there will be two endings for this story. I am also doing a bonus chapter!
-I am writing the sequel to "Living Death," after I am finished this story. You can see the summary on my last quote. It will be called, "Living Life." ( Any title suggestions? That one seem awkward. I might change it later on )

Love Y'all. <3

Living Death.
 part 10 // FabStories

Derek's P.O.V.
     I watched Drew's father sway a little, then he tumbled to the ground, dead. The corners of my lips tugged up into a tight smirk, but it quickly faded away when I saw the knife in Arielle's neck, and the bullet wedged into Clarisse's back. Shoot, I thought, I knew they were gonna die again. I knelt down between the two and whispered, "Don't worry. When you guys wake up, we'll be back together."
     Arielle was already gone, but Clarisse offered me a small, forced smile. She gave a nod then mumbled, "Take care, Derek." Then her eyes fluttered shut, and her body lay limp on the ground. Even when I knew I was going to see her soon, it still pained me to see her lying there dead. We had met only two days ago, but I was falling in love already. Could that happen? We were dead, but was romance still an option for us?
     I watched the clock on the wall turn to 12:05AM. Wasn't I supposed to be killed right now? What was happening? So many questions were bursting in my mind, but I tried to focus on just one: Why aren't I dead yet? I rose up from my kneeling position, and gazed at my empty surroundings. Then I laughed, realizing why I wasn't dead. It was since this was Clarisse and Arielle's day of their death, not mine. I can be so stupid sometimes, I say to myself, I guess it's due to thinking too much about Clarisse.
     I looked at Clarisse on the ground and grinned. Just the sight of her made me bubbly. I brushed back a few strands of her in her face, and kissed her forehead softly, as if to not wake her. Then I turn and walk away into the moonlight; waiting for when she would wake up.
Clarisse's P.O.V.
     I sprang up immediately the moment my eyes opened, the small crick in my neck disappearing. Arielle was nowhere to be seen, but a smiling Derek was sitting at my desk. "Good morning," he greeted.
     "Good morning," I answered.
     He got up and sat on the side of my bed, taking my hand in his. Then he had a serious expression on his face, "I had this kind of...idea."
     I blink a little, then ask, "For what?"
     "For getting us out. Well, mainly you and Arielle. I had this kind of vision last night. It wasn't all that clear to me, but the main idea was you needed to give something to someone you love. Crazy, isn't it?" he said, a smile replacing his serious emotion.
     "No, it doesn't. But I don't have anything to give, and I have a lot of people I love," I reply, swinging my legs over my bed. I stretch my arms above my head, then head over to my dresser to comb through my hair. But before I can reach for my brush, I see it. The rose.
     "Hey, didn't I throw this out my window yesterday?" I mumble.
     Derek heard me and spoke up."Yeah, you did. Why is it here now?"
     I shrug and grab the vase and the flower then toss it out my window again, wishing that it'll stay down there this time. Then I comb through my hair and go into my washroom to change into a pair of black skinny jeans and a white silk blouse. I tuck my blouse in my pants and wrap a brown weaved belt around my waist, and finish my outfit off with grey flats. I found myself looking at least decent, considering I was never one for fashion. Then I turn to Derek and we head to Arielle's house where we're sure to find her.
     Arielle surprises us by opening the door before we could get to it. She smiles and waves, ushering us inside. "So, what'd I miss?" she asks.
     "Derek had this idea of getting us out of here. It was for me to, erm, apprently give something to someone I love," I say.
     He narrows his eyes. "It was a vision."
     Arielle nods and says, "What about your mom? Maybe you have to give something to her."
     I shake my head. "She's frozen on this day as well. She can't hear or interact with me."
     They both ponder this for a moment, then Derek suggests, "How about a family member?"
     "No, I haven't seen them since I was about six."
     Then Arielle's eyes light up. She gives a sympathetic smile, then says, "Wait. Didn't you and Drew used to have a crush on each other?"
     "Oh, no...You're not saying..." I murmur. It was true, Drew and I used to have feelings for each other, and we had always loved each other as best friends. But that was all lost due to his past girlfriend. 
     "Drew is the someone you love."
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Living Death.
 part 09 // FabStories
    My jaw dropped and my knees uncontrollably trembled. I felt like collapsing to the floor, but a voice in the back of my head was shouting, think, Clarisse! 
     "Let's go!" Arielle yelled, Derek by her side. They were by the front door, ready to shove the door open. I realized they were talking and waiting for me to join them.
     I shook off my thoughts and jogged towards them. Derek grabbed my hand and squeezed it, my heart automatically starting to beat faster. We hopped in the car, and this time I took the backseat. My mind wandered back to the conversation between Drew and his father, thinking back to when his father claimed he was going to kill me. I was horrified by that idea; I admit I never knew much about him, but I didn't know that he would have the guts to kill me. For money.
     "So," Derek began, "Let's go over what we know. You're both here because Arielle wished for one last chance of confessing her love for Drew, who is Clarisse's ex-best friend. We know Clarisse's father murdered Arielle, and we're absolutely positive Drew's father is responsible for Clarisse. They were both working together, and apparently Drew's father was going to be paid for killing Clarisse. Am I right?"
     The whole discussion made my stomach curl up in knots. "You're right," I mumble.
     Arielle nods in agreement and we drive in silence. Derek impatiently drums his fingers against the steering wheel, and Arielle is busy thinking about things herself. I just shut up and clamp my lips tight to keep me from sputtering out curses directed at Drew's father.
     "So, how were you killed?" I blurt out.
     Derek perks up. "Me? I was shot two minutes before midnight."
     "Really?" I remembered I had noticed the time when I was shot. I was killed at 11:58PM as well. "Me too. Do you know who shot you?"
     He shakes his head glumly. "No."
     We arrive at the hotel, and almost immediately we spring into action. It was 10:37PM, so we had quite a bit of time before my death. We spot Drew's father heading inside the hotel, so we follow him.
     "Keep an eye on him," Arielle says.
     Derek and I nod and watch Drew's father flash a fake invitation to my party at the receptionist. She stupidly nods and shows him to the room. Arielle stays outside to watch for anyone else suspicous, so it's only me and Derek. He loops his arm through mine and we trudge towards Drew's father. The receptionist leaves when we're in the ballroom, and Drew's father trails over into a dark corner, completely concealed from others to see. He takes out his gun and clutches it tightly to his chest, glancing nevously around the room, which is starting fill up with more guests.
     I feel a tap on my shoulder, finding it to be Arielle. She blinks her blue eyes at me and says, "No one's coming. We're safe."
     "For now," I whisper. We were probably going to be killed again, but we were going to do our best to avoid it.
     "Why don't we kill Drew's father like we did with yours?" Derek suggests.
     I shrug, but I follow behing them as we approach Drew's father. I stare into his narrowed pale green eyes, and I know we're going to have to hurry if we're to kill him first. I notice the time, 11:32PM. It's still a bit too early before I'm going to die, but then we can kill him easier this way.
     "Let's do it now," I hiss.
     "We can't. We have to wait until it's the time of your death. Otherwise he won't die. That's why when we killed your father he could interact with us. He was able to see us, since you were his target. It's just the way things work," Derek replies.
    I groan and tap my foot on the tiled floor. Seconds seem to past as hours, and sweat is starting to pour down the back of my neck and palms. Every time I look at Drew's father, a small lump begins to form at the back of my throat, growing bigger each time. Finally, at 11:57, I break out saying, "I can't do this!"
    The clock ticked to 11:58, and Drew's father noticed me. He locked his eyes with mine and raced towards me, gun in hand. He was about to pull the trigger when Derek stole a knife from a dinner table and slammed it into Drew's father's back. Blood spurted out, and he dropped the gun to the floor. He collided onto the ground, his breathing heavy and fast. He managed to give me a death glare and whisper, "You'll never get out." Then smirked, satisifed, and closed his eyes.
     "He's gone," Arielle murmured.
     "But we're still here."
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Living Death.
 part 08 // FabStories
     Arielle stared at me with a wild look in her blue eyes. Then she bursted out laughing, sputtering out a, "I can't believe you actually think that!"
     I glare and cross my arms across my chest. "You think about it, Arielle. We're not friends anymore, and he might have some grudge against me or something. He must've planned this out carefully, claiming he had something important to do, which was kill me on my birthday! It all makes sense!"
     She stops laughing and a grim expression clouds her face. "You're right. It does make sense. But he couldn't do that! He's much too kind and nice!"
     "I have an idea," Derek says, speaking up, "Since we're stuck on the day of your death, we might as well snoop around Drew's house to see what he was up to."
     "One more thing. If your father didn't kill you, how come he killed me? I don't think I did anything wrong. And why was he working with Drew, if he was the murderer?" Arielle asks, as we start down my driveway to my car.
     We get in, me driving and Arielle in the passenger seat. Drew relaxes in the back by himself. I keep my eyes on the road and clench my teeth tightly, while my fingers squeeze the steering wheel hard so my knuckles turn white. Arielle has a good point, I think.
     "Clarisse? Did you hear me?"
     "Uh, yeah. Just organizing my thoughts. To be honest, I don't think Drew killed me anymore..." I mumble.
     I hear Derek sigh. Arielle throws her arms up in the air, exasperated. "Then why are we going to his house?"
     I frown. "...There's always a possibility."
     We stop our conversation and arrive at Drew's home fairly quickly. It's a modern type, with lots of glass windows and white walls. Since no one can hear or see us, we simply open the door and slip in. The TV is turned on, and Drew's father lays sprawled on the sofa, an open bag of potato chips on the coffee table in front of him. We shrug to each other and continue to Drew's bedroom.
     I push open the door and see strands of Drew's dark blonde hair poking out from under his blanket. I yank it off of him, revealing his snoring figure. I study his face for a while, then turn to the others.
     "Well...?" Derek asks, rocking back and forth on his feet.
     "Well what?" I ask, prodding the objects in Drew's room.
     "Anything suspicious?" Arielle fills in for him.
     I glance around the room and shake my head. "No."
     We hear loud noises coming from downstairs, so we turn to leave. Drew bolts upright in bed, eyes wide with fright. He rises up frantically, as if he's noticed us. But instead he runs downstairs, feet pounding against the carpet furiously.
     "We better go," Derek says, slipping an arm around my waist and rushing me down the stairs.
     My heart skips a beat when my skin brushed against his, tingles spreading throughout my body. But I have no time to savor the moment, I have to find my killer.
     We race to the kitchen, where we find Drew in front of his father, begging him for something. The father ignores him and gets out his gun, checking the number of bullets he has. My mind goes blank while I study the gun.
     "Don't kill her! Please!" Drew says, yanking on his father's hands.
     "You know that girl's daddy? The one who's taking on the girl's friend? He promised to pay me if I did this. And we need the money, ya gotta admit that," the father says, clearing talking about Arielle and I. 
     "Money doesn't need to cause a death!" Drew exclaims.
     The father snickers. "It doesn't? Well, get used to it causing anything."
     Then he turns his heel and exits the house, getting ready to go to the hotel ready to kill me.
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