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Chapter 11

The world is spinning.

My head is on the wall. My hands are on my head. Brennon's hands are on my hands.

I'm crying silently.

I'm crying because I can see Hailey.

Hailey is in the waiting room.

"Make it stop, Brennon". I am gasping for air and wincing. I can see her, she's here.She's looking at me with wide, calm eyes. She doesn't know what I'm feeling at the sight of her. "Breathe with me, okay? Look at me, Scarlet..", Brennon says. .I bite my lip and release the tension in my back. My butt hits the floor slowly. A nurse is talking to Brennon. She talking about therapy but I don't need it. I'm pulling my hair and screaming. I'm screaming softly. The nurse is pulling my hand, she dragging me. She looking at me straight in the eyes.

She's telling me that everything is going to be okay.

She's wrong. So, so wrong. Nothing will ever be okay. I want to visit Hailey's grave and end all this madness. But Hailey's body isn't here. It isn't in Hearly falls. It's billions of miles away. It's in Tristan Da Cunha. I can never, ever, ever see her tombstone. I'm doomed. More nurses are approaching and they're bringing trays and syringes and doctors. They're bringing my worst nightmare. They're bringing sedatives.

They're bringing pain.

I jump to my feet and run. I'm not mad. I'm being haunted. I don't need drugs or doctors. I need an exorcist. Yes, an exorcist. Enough is enough, I need an exorcist. I run through swinging metal doors and bolt to the gates. It's open. Thank God, it's open. I run out, still in my blue flip-flops. It's so dark out. "Little girl, come back here!.", says a security guard who was obviously sleeping on duty. I run faster, I run to the road. I call a cab and promise to pay when I get home. I check the time.3:30am.

I get home by 4:00am.The hole was still visible, still fresh, not fully covered. Her shovel was close by and it was covered with blood. The cab driver leaves before I could pay him. "Don't worry little girl, the distance wasn't too far". He says. I walk to the door and turn the handle.

I groan and scream.

It's locked. I kick my foot against the door, like that would help. My eyes fall on the shovel outside. I go down the stairs with the hungriest of all curiosity whispering in my ear. I pick up the shovel and almost drop it at the sight of blood on it. Mustering up all my courage ,I started digging. My hands shook with every shove, every moan and every cell I lost as I dug and my knuckles bled. Till--

Clang. Jackpot.

I drop the shovel almost immediately and use my hands to wipe away the dirt on my treasure. There's a piece of wood with white writing on it. It looked like it had been though a bloodbath.  I cringe at the words written and lose my breath when I realize what this meant.

Jaxtyn*Elodie*Hailey. Together, forever.