“Your uncle was a nutter and Adrian was a child move on.”
“Move on? Do you think that his mother will move on, knowing that her son was murdered.”
“He is a disgusting breed of human, but Alanna is pure and kind, do you care about her mother?”
“You can’t save her!” The man says as pulls out a gun. I see Jackson make his way over to him.
“Now Sir, drop the gun.”
“No way, she is going to die.”
“Don’t hurt the girl, put the gun down and step aside.”
“No chance,” he loads the gun and points it towards me. As he pulls the trigger Michael steps in front of me, I see him fall to the ground and Michael’s stomach now has a bleeding gunshot wound. I turn my back on the gunman, Jackson rushes over, I hear another gunshot and this time Jackson falls to the ground. The gunman backs away a little and he almost turns and walks away fully. However, he does not, he steps back another few steps and gazes at me. He winks and then he points the gun again at me, this time there is no one in front of me. Only the long thin faced stranger and myself and he was about to take my life. The gunshot is deafening and I fall to the ground, the pain is intoxicating and I cannot breathe. I feel so cold and my eyes become hazy, I put my hand down to my stomach and I feel the wet blood. I am beginning to lose the power of my arms, but before I do, I see Michael stretch his arm across to mine. He loosely grabs my hand with hardly any power; I grip his hand the hardest I can. I look over at him and cannot help but feel responsible for all this. He was in his room and I made him come with me, this is my fault, he stepped in front of a bullet for me.
“Alanna,” I faintly hear Michael say. I cannot speak but I open my eyes and look directly at him.
“I love you Alanna,” he says in a husky voice and his eyes immediately close. I cannot keep mines open for much longer but I still manage to hold onto his hand. I will never let go, as long as I still breathe, I will not let him go. My mind begins to flash all sorts of things, my mom and dad and Penelope’s smile, Sophie and I laughing and singing in our pajamas at a sleep over. I have so many memories spinning in my mind, I feel it is keeping me alive thinking of them. The one that keeps replaying is Adrian and the first time I saw him is beauty. His rudeness and the way he drew me in, his glowing green eyes are flashing in my head as I begin to feel myself slip away. As I lay dying, the one face that I saw was Adrian Black!
(Adrian)
I sit in the back of the town car and think of her. She is the most exquisite creature I have ever seen. Her light golden hair and huge brown eyes that are too large for her small heart shaped face. She was like no other I had seen before and I knew that she had to be mine. Her presence alone told me that and I had to get to know her. I first went over and was so nervous, that the only way I could talk to her, was to be rude. I could see that I made her feel uneasy and I hated that. However, haven spoken to her and I saw her face movements as she spoke, her oozing beauty was captivating and I was smitten by her from the very first words. All night I thought of nothing else but her and I had to find her. I tracked down which hotel she was in and I began to send her gifts. I did not want her to know that it was I, therefore on the cards I simply said, “Enjoy.” I carried on for a while like that, and then I had to reveal myself to her. She was surprised but she accepted me and I fell in love with her. I knew from the moment I met her that she would be in danger if I carried on with her. My own selfishness for not wanting to be without her stopped me from doing the right thing, which would have been to let her go. As time went on and I became more infatuated, by her, the danger only grew and her life was now in serious danger and I had to tell her my secret. Even then, she did not doubt me, but instead carried on loving me. Michael has also fallen for her and I cannot blame him for that. Alanna is one of a kind and there will never be any one, like her again. I trust when she says that she loves me, but I do have a terrifying fear that she might have feelings for him too. I could not stand in her way if he chose him but I do not think that I could carry on living if she did. I love her and thinking of her with another is equal someone ripping my heart out with their bare hands. To certify that I never have that feeling, I have come to New York to ask her, to marry me.
The car comes to stop and I open the door, I step out and into the cold street of New York and I look up at the building, where I know she is. I walk in through the doors and I see everyone stare, I do not even give them a second look, instead I march down the corridor and know that I will see her soon. I reach into my inside jacket pocket and feel to make sure I have the ring. As I pass few girls standing by the lockers, I hear one shout out to me.