After She Left

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"I hope to arrive to my death late, in love, and a little drunk."

-Atticus

I was running as fast as I possibly could with the ankle that had snapped just minutes ago. Was I allowed to cry? Because I wanted to so badly.

As I ran, well, more like limped through the cold, wet grass, my mind couldn't help but drift back to what had just happened. What did just happen? Once again I wished it was a very messed up version of a dream, yet the blood decorating my whole body, mostly my arms, reminded me it wasn't.

I whispered prayers for the first time in my life, it was that bad. Was I that stupid to think something higher that I didn't even believe in could save my life? The prayers and silent wishing someone would help was the only hope I had left as I heard a gun being loaded in the near distance behind me.

"Ru, there's no point in trying to escape with that ankle," the very familiar voice from behind said.

All thoughts about dying circled in my head. I knew I'd be shot soon, yet I still chose to try my best to get away which was impossible considering my condition and slowly limped away, each step activating waves of pain through my whole body. If I died, at least I would have tried not to, right?

"Really? You're going to ignore me?" the person said, mockingly laughing at me.

Was it stupid of me to ignore the person who was about to kill me? A normal person would be begging for their life.

Perhaps I had already accepted this as the fall of Ruby Gold, the future CEO of "Gold", the soon to be a dead rich girl. Would this day be written in Wikipedia and talked about in Shane Dawson's conspiracy videos? Because it sure as hell was one.

Ruby Gold, the person who was killed by one of her own bodyguards. Ridiculous, isn't it?

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"How's the outfit, pooki?" Dylan was asking me once he came into my room, "should I change the shirt?"

I looked him up and down and without a doubt, he looked amazing.

"It depends on if you want even more underage stalkers," I smirked.

He rolled his eyes, taking his shirt off: "a different shirt it is then."

Just then Lilly appeared in the door, lollipop in her mouth while she took very quick steps towards Dylan. I laughed at the way Dylan immediately tried to cover up with the shirt whilst slowly stepping backward.

Lilly stepped so close to him they were skin to skin, well, more like jean to dress. She slid her finger from the middle of his chest to his belt, undoing it, whilst Dylan looked like he was about to s**t his pants.

"I think you should change the pants too," she grinned, winking at him, then jumping in my bed and cuddling me, "Ru, can me and Dylan have a separate room on the vacation? I really need some action, you know, down there."

"Um, I'm still in the room?" Dylan shook his head as he walked out of the room, "and stop sexually objectifying me, you horny woman."

Lilly looked at me with her mouth slightly open from shock: "did he just call me a horny woman?"

"He did indeed," I nodded.

"He must be an intelligent one as well," Lilly said, which lead to both of us burst out laughing.

"So does this mean you have finally focused on someone else apart from the mystery man?" I nudged her side, hoping she'd finally tell me who she had her eyes on.

She raised her eyebrow, smirking: "as if. It's just a part of the plan, sweetheart!"

"Did you pack already?" she asked, whilst wiping imaginary tears.

I nodded, closing my eyes as I cuddled closer to her: "I know it's hard to resist me, babe, but your soon to be girlfriend might walk in any second and pretty much cut my t**s off and I must admit I love my C cups."

"That's too messy for my taste, putting a bullet in your head would work better," Eden stood in the doorway, smiling a way that no one apart from me and Quietus would be able to tell if she was lying.

"Chill, boo," Lilly laughed nervously, unwrapping me from her as she got out of bed, she wiggled her eyebrows, "I was just about to leave anyway. I think Dylan needed a hand with the pants."

Lilly walked out of the room, Edens eyes following her every step. I couldn't help but trace every inch of her body with my eyes. Was it just me or did she look especially stunning today?

"You shouldn't be looking at people that way," she said as my eyes focused on her lips.

I smiled as I slowly got out of bed and walked closer to her: "is that so? Why would that be?"

"They might take it the wrong way," her eyes burned my skin.

I leaned into her, placing a kiss on her neck as her eyes fluttered closed: "that's too bad, isn't it?"

Just as she thought she'd get more, I stepped to the side, closing the door next to which she stood.

"Scared I might blow your cover?" she sighed.

"No," I replied, stepping closer to her, "didn't want them to be hearing your moans and blow your cover."

This was one of the very rare times I saw the real Eden, as the light in her eyes and the bright smile never lied.

"Want to take a bath?" she grinned.

"Just a sec," I smiled, running back to the door and locking it, removing my dress on the way back to her, "let's go."

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"Well don't you look all shiny and happy?" Lilly smirked at me knowingly as we all made our way to the cars.

"That's what power naps do," I laughed, nodding.

"Power naps my ass, thank god we couldn't hear you two going at it," Luke snorted, kissing my cheek as he walked past us.

"Pooks, you're coming with me and Eden in this car," Dylan shouted from a few feet away, seeing Lukes interaction.

I rolled my eyes at his attempt to keep me away from Luke. Fine, two could play this game.

"No, Blake said you and Lil are going with him, Luke and Andre," I replied, hearing him groan in the distance.

"You're actually going to make us go through it?" Luke complained as he packed the cars, "whilst you'll be stopping every 10 minutes to go at it?"

I punched his arm, which obviously didn't cause him any damage as he chuckled: "shush, will you? Besides Blake wanted to watch over Lilly and it's obvious she wouldn't be going anywhere without Dylan or more like Dylan's package."

He laughed, looking down for a second: "fine. You convinced me."

"What are you not telling me?" I read right through his behaviour, furrowing my brows.

"What?" he chuckled nervously, stealing a glance Lilly and Dylan,"don't be silly."

I looked at Lilly, who was cluelessly dragging Dylan in the car, and Luke, who looked like a deer caught in streetlights. I opened my mouth: "Oh.My.God."

He quickly placed a hand over my mouth, shutting me up: "You're seriously wrong! We'll talk once we're there. Okay? Until then, no unnecessary comments, ok? Or you're dead."

I laughed, nodding as I held up my pinky, thinking this bloke might even resort to that. He nudged my side, walking off.

"Should I know what I supposedly said?" Blake asked, bringing water bottles to the car.

"I thought you'd want to watch over Lilly and Dylan instead of letting them come with us," I shrugged.

"You're making a valid point, but there's no way you'll be in the car with Eden only, Andre's going with you as well," Blake smirked, "Sorry to crush your orgasm dreams."

I smiled sweetly: "I totally didn't have any. Andre, Ed time to head out!"

We all got into the cars, of course, not without Luke kissing my cheek once again and stating very loudly how much he'd miss me and send me a d**k pic from the car so I don't suffer too much.

Andre sat in the front, whilst I and Ed chilled in the back, holding hands as we listened to the music on our way to the destination.

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And that was it. We went on the best vacation ever, which you'll be finding out about soon. But where were the signs? Where was anything that could prevent the death and blood bath that followed?

When I was little my grandpa said he had felt the death creeping up on him whilst he laid on his death bed. So I wondered, was it different with illness and murder? Surely enough, the death still remained death and what would be lost to it, wouldn't ever be coming back.

I just wish I had been smart enough to avoid it because now, as I once again laid in a puddle of blood, this time my own unlike before, I thought about death and for how long you could actually escape it.

A year ago, as hard as it was to admit, I sometimes wished I died during all the chemo and drug tests whilst I was still carrying cancer within my body. I felt empty and lost, I was ready. Somehow I was granted another chance at life despite not really wanting it.

But now? Now I wanted to live, I wanted to stay happy the way I had been for the past few days until just half an hour ago. I had finally gotten the old me back, I could finally say I survived.

However, death was funny that way, because if I had wanted to die back then and didn't, why should I survive now when it was all I wished for?