THE ALPHA'S RESURRECTED MATE

Suicide

Cassandra sat on her chair which was opposite the window, watching her classmates talk and laugh happily. The teacher had left the class before the lunch bell so the kids had more time to play before lunch hour.

Cassandra's eyes roved about the happy faces of kids who were either talking with their friends or doing other things they found interesting and for some strange reasons, Cassandra felt deeply bothered by their behavior. Their laughter irritated her and she wanted nothing but for them to stop; to disappear. Who had given them such right to laugh freely when she was utterly devastated? What right did they have to be happy when she was not?

It had been a week since the funeral service of her mother and Cassandra had not been herself ever since then. The event of the ceremony was still ever fresh in her mind as she could not seem to get the hurtful pictures from her head. She could still remember how she had tossed a flower into her mom's grave and how everyone had looked at with pity in their eyes: It had now become a normal thing for people to look at her that way; her uncle and aunt did that all the time and it made Cassandra angrier.

She had tried everything she could to wipe from her mind the painful memory of the accident that had cost her everything but she couldn't. It was all she dreamt about every night, and all she saw each time she opened her eyes: living with her uncle and aunt was a huge reminder that her mother was gone, never to be seen again.

The giggle from behind her brought Cassandra out of her reverie and she turned to look at the two girls who were chuckling at some content on a phone. They looked so happy and Cassandra watched their faces lit up with excitement and happiness. Her brows furrowed at that.

It annoyed her greatly that they were laughing so easily when she hadn't laughed once after the accident and Cassandra suddenly wanted to wipe that smile from their faces. She wanted them to know what it felt like to be unhappy just like she was every single moment.

With that in mind, Cassandra reached out and dragged the phone from their hands, throwing it to the ground and it landed with a thud. The two girls stood to their feet, their jaws dropped as they stared at Cassandra in shock. The class had gone quiet and everyone was staring at the unfolding scene.

"What was that for?" One of them asked and Cassandra slowly stood to her feet, her blue eyes fixated on the phone on the ground.

"You both were so noisy." She quietly said, taking a step to where the phone lay. "You were so noisy I could barely think." She continued, raising her foot to smash the phone and a creaking sound followed.

Gasps filled the air as Cassandra continued stepping on the phone.

"You all are so noisy it drives me crazy." She yelled, finally kicking the phone to the wall and walking out of the class without a glance back.

Cassandra kept walking, paying no attention to where she was going and as she walked, she bumped into a few people, not bothering to stop and apologize despite their curses. She finally stopped walking and she gasped when she discovered she had gotten to the school rooftop. It was void of students since the bell was yet to be rung and Cassandra sighed in contentment, breathing in the silence.

She shut her eyes, sniffing loudly as the wind filtered through her black hair. She remained in silence for a while before opening her eyes.

"I miss you, mom." She whispered as tears slithered down her chubby cheeks, her small figure shaking with the intensity of her sobs. She felt completely drained and it was a wonder how her perfect life had suddenly become a nightmare overnight.

"I miss you so much, mom," she continued, wishing she could say she missed Mr. King too because she did. She truly did and she thought about him and Hunter all the time, wondering what they were doing and if they were looking for her. And there was Tommy. She was worried for her little puppy too, wondering if it was okay.

But Cassandra felt it was wrong to admit that she missed Mr. King — not when she couldn't think about him without his last action replaying in her mind. She couldn't think about Mr. King without seeing his palms wrapped around her mother's neck, squeezing the life out of her. She couldn't think about him without remembering how scary he had looked when she had barged into his study room and how he had yelled at her so fiercely.

She hated that she had such memories of him and she felt that the last event had tainted her memory of him. She suddenly couldn't think about him without being scared; he scared her and judging from how her mother had decided to leave immediately after their fight, he must have scared her mother too.

So no, it wouldn't be right to miss him. She couldn't miss him.

With a heavy sigh, Cassandra reached out to wipe the tears from her face.

"I wish you were here, mom. Maybe all these will make sense. Maybe you'll explain why we had to leave so soon and why we had to leave Mr. King, Hunter, and Tommy behind."

She took a step forward, gazing at the sky as she wondered if her mother could hear her or even see her. She had heard stories about how the dead became stars in the night and she wondered if her mum was one too.

"I hate it here!" She stomped her little feet to the ground. "Alabama is nothing like New York City. It's so hot and quiet here and I feel like I will be all alone here. There are no sidewalks, trains, or busses and I'm tired of seeing damn trees and shrubs. I almost stumbled on one today while walking to school. I really hate it here!" She sobbed.

"Hunter is not here to take me to school anymore and Mr. King is not here to stuff me with packs of chocolate. Tommy is not here to keep me company and . . .and you're not here to love me." Cassandra's shoulder's dropped.

"I love you, mom. I just wanna be with you. Nothing is the same without you and I hate it here. I wanna go back home. I want everything to go back to normal. I want my old life back!"

Shuddering as she took small steps forward, Cassandra finally got to the tip of the rooftop and with a sigh, she looked down, her glassy blue eyes taking in the numerous cars that were plying the road that busy morning.

Perhaps if she died, she would be reunited with her mum and all this pain and loneliness would be over. Perhaps. . .

"Stop!" She heard a voice interrupt and she looked behind her shoulder to see a nerdy young girl about her age shaking her head vehemently, her crimson hair held in a ponytail bopping as she shook her head. "Don't do it!'

Cassandra knew she had seen her before but could not quite remember where but what did that matter? Nothing mattered anymore.

Paying no attention to the screams of the redhead who was now running to where she was, Cassandra shut her eyes, her heart thudding in her chest as she took another step till she was falling off the building. Strange how she could still hear the screams of the redhead as she fell to her death and a big smile spread across her face at that.