So before you start reading this, I want you all to realize that this is my "redo" for the entirety that is Shatter. I changed a lot of names, like how Scar is now Jet in this chapter and the rest of them. I'm back for the most part now, so I'll be updating all of my revised chapters before I send them in to my editor to get this published. After that's all done, Blinded / In Plain Sight will start to be written and uploaded past the first couple of chapters. Anyone who's read the original version of Shatter, enjoy!
Chapter 1, "Cohl"
"Ask me anything."
"Why'd you bring me here?"
"To be alone."
She stood among the shadows, light scarcely touching her face. Sullen and cold.
"I wanted to give you something."
She stood rigid, then turned to me, reaching into her tiny clutch.
"What is it?"
She smiled weakly, walking up to me.
In the palm of her hand laid a simple, silver chain; sky-blue crystals were encrusted in the links. There was a music note on the end of it.
"But this is – "
"My chain, I know. But I think you need it. Your gig's coming up, and I don't want you to be nervous."
I smiled, and she returned to me an awkward, crooked smile.
"Dyem… don't forget about this, okay?"
I looked down into her eyes. "Why would I?"
"Most people forget things that mean something to them, even if they're of the uttermost importance."
I nodded. "I promise you, I'll never forget."
She smiled again, embracing me.
I was startled, a little, but I still held her. I smiled into her fragrant hair, even if she couldn't see it.
"Don't lose it."
I quickly grinned. "Don't worry, I won't."
She started playing with the clasp on her purse. It seemed like she was almost nervous, but she didn't have a reason to be. Why did she have to be so anxious? Was it me?
She turned the other way, but I gingerly grabbed her by the shoulders before she could walk away.
"You're sure that you're okay?"
She nodded. "Yes, Dyem. I'm perfectly fine."
I wasn't convinced, but I let her go. I'd be better off leaving her alone."
She walked to the other side of the room, placing her purse in the corner behind a few mirrors. She came back rubbing her arms, trying to warm them. It wasn't even that cold… was it?
I raised an eyebrow, but she simply ignored it.
"Close your eyes," she said.
I did what I was told.
I could her feel her right there in front of me, around me. She stood so close to me, like she was in my arms. As if she really was.
My heart hammered in my rib cage, but regardless, I kept my eyes closed.
I felt her lips meld with mine with a hint of electricity, and everything – my past, my very being – disappeared, seeming absolutely nonexistent in the storm that was her touch.
My arms wrapped around her waist, unfamiliar hands resting against my shoulders ever-so-gently. I pulled back, just to take her in, her smile contagious and filling the room with her essence.
"I love you," she said, while I couldn't help but grin. I whispered her words right back to her, and she embraced me once again. I couldn't help but wonder why I'd never told her how I felt before, even shown a subtle hint. But maybe, maybe this was how it was meant to happen.
I held her again, closing my eyes – completely content.
She gasped and I quickly looked down at her; pale-faced and vacant.
Her face remained the same, her breathing becoming staggered. She stumbled and fell towards the ground then, falling into my arms before she hit the hardwood floor. My face contorted, utterly confused, but I didn't say anything to her. I didn't even know what to say.
That's when I saw him standing there, dressed all in black. Too dark to see him clearly, his jet black hair could faintly be seen, onyx eyes seeming to glow in the moonlight.
"Get out of here!" I yelled, still holding onto her and completely clueless.
He grimaced. "Of course. But I'd suggest finding yourself a new girl, mate. She's a gonner, now."
"Who the hell do you think you are?"
"Just call me… Jet."
"Let me guess, you're gonna kill me now, too?"
He laughed. "No, just the girl. You get to live. But don't bother caling the police, her heart's long gone."
"Her… heart? What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
But the man in black had already disappeared, and I was left alone again. The only sounds were her staggered breathing and my pounding heart; thoughts racing inside of my head. Her hear is long gone? What was that supposed to mean?
My hands were warm and crimson, stained with her flowing blood. But she just lay there, still and holding onto her last moments. The switchblade the man had used now lay on the other side of the room, the blade greasy with blood.
I looked down at her, worried and scared. This… could not be happening – not now!
"… Don't lose my chain."
I couldn't compose myself. On the verge of tears, holding my dying, bleeding girl, "I won't, but – "
"Get Jet, someday… for me."
"You're gonna be okay! I'll get you out of here, I'll – "
"Dyem, you and I both know that I'll never make it out of here."
"Please. Please don't say that."
"I love you, I really do."
She smiled weakly, taking my hand in her frail fingers. "I know you'll remember me. You're not like everyone else."
"Please don't – "
"Promise me. Promise me you won't forget about me."
I nodded solemnly, promising a promise as sincere as her blood.
She kept smiling, even in the end. Dying in a hall of mirrors, and she's smiling. I'd be scared as hell, but she was happy. I guess when you're with someone that you really care about, it doesn't really matter all that much anymore. Your fear means nothing at all.
She started closing her eyes, and I finally lost control. Tears rolled down my cheeks, my entire body shaking and overcome with grief. "Cohl, you can't leave me! Not yet!"
But she only smiled through her pain.
Her pulse lulled to a stop, gone. Gone forever.
"Cohl, please! Come back!"
But it was no use, she was already gone. She left me alone in this place, the girl I knew and loved was gone from this world forever.
"Cohl… wherever you are, forgive me…"