The storm is over(The end)

Aliyah POV

“Fuck,” I shouted. I had been trying so hard to fix the hairpin in the right direction on my well-permed hair. It would tilt sideways at intervals, and I would have to straighten it.

Maybe I was looking at the mirror for too long. If Carey was here, maybe. My mind flashed to the last time I had seen her – body bagged up, headed to the morgue.

It was a gory sight, one I never expected I would see Carey in. Kelan had told me how everything occurred; how she grew in rage after Jason shot himself, and fired at an officer.

A bullet in her chest, and another buried deep into her head killed her instantly. “Fuck. You didn’t have to die like that, Carey,” I cursed, and soon fell to the ground, my face soiling with tears.

I didn’t mind my wedding dress, as I kept pounding the floor, taking the hurt from every nudge I gave the hard floor.

She was my best friend for as long as I have lived. The only person who could stand beside me on a day like this. She didn’t have to betray me