Amal The Angel

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
Cassie and Nate were going to go places, untill some one got a little to jealouse and took it to far. This one will leave you asking questions.

The Lyrics at the end are from the song, "We"ll be a dream" , by We The Kinds ft. Demi Lavatto.

Submitted: July 18, 2010

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Submitted: July 18, 2010



tick tick tick tick .

The clock on the wall is the only sound going through the room. I’m waiting, waiting, waiting. No one is coming. They all left me here to be eaten by the police. They ask me the same questions and they receive the same answers. Allow me to take you back to the week that made my life feel like Hell. The week that I was accused for the murder of my best friend.

Me of all people?

Me and my best friend, Nate , did everything together. Everyone knew us as Nate and Cass the best friends that were bound to get married one day.

No one trusts me. I didn’t do it. I wasn’t with him that night…The voices are screaming inside my head. They won’t leave me alone! I should have been there. I could have saved him. We fought just three days before it happened. I tried to apologize.

And he blew me off. Two days passed.

About four hours before we got the call, I made my way to my family’s liquor chest and grabbed a bottle. I felt I had no point to be anymore because Nate and me we fighting so I’d drink myself to sleep and hopefully not wake up. I thought to myself , My family is so stupid for leaving me alone with this unlocked. Then, I received a text message from Nate :

im sorry i blew you off…im really sorry. call me, pwease? we should talk before we both do something stupid. what did we even fight over? anyway, pwease call me asap? i wuv you(:

and I called…here’s our conversation:

Nate: Hey! (gasping for air? Maybe it was excitement that I had called so quickly)

Me: Hi… (it upsets him just the word “hi” )

N: Really Cass? Hi? You can do better than that. You know I can’t stand our fights. I’m sorry. Tell me everything you want me to say to make everything better.


N: Cass?

M: Ehh?

N: Cass, I’m sorry! I freaking love you! I’m a huge idiot! Pwease be my best friend again?

M: Nate, you know why I’m mad. You know very well why.

N: Cass, really still over that one night I was with her?

( There was this girl that Nate had liked for about two months and wouldn’t give up on her so I told him off and told him he had me and he made me feel horrible by telling me how much he didn’t ever want to be with me. How rude? I spill my heart out to him and he denies his feelings for me? Pssht!)

M: No, Nate. It’s because of how you treated me.


M: Do you feel shitty yet or shall I go on?

N: Cass…

M: Whatever.

I hung up.

You see, that was his apology and I knew he was sorry, he knew he was sorry. He didn’t have to say it. I felt it. I get another text just seconds later from Nate:

:D so what are we doing tonight?

We made plans to catch a couple movies around 3:30.

I left my house. There was this corner in the middle of our neighborhood that we’d always met at. But when I got there at 3:25 as our planned meeting time, I waited. Maybe his bitch of a mother made him do something. So while I waited I pulled out my sketching book and drew the woods that were just off to the right.

3:45, No sign of Nate. So I send him a text message:

Nathaniel Jordan Keilerman?

No reply. Waiting. I get up and walk towards his house, it’s about five minutes down the road. It’s now 4:15, and I’m getting worried. I call him a couple of times. He’d never, ever, ever, ever do this to me. What the hell was he doing? He better not be with that whoreofagirl instead of me! I’m going to find him. Maybe he’d be down by the river. So I take off for a ten minute walk to the river.

By the time I get there it is 4:30. I didn’t think I’d take that much time to get there. I looked for Nate around the edge of the river bank. No sign. I called out his name fifteen times. No answer.

I walk into the woods. We had two favorite trees we would hang in until we knew we had to be home. Seeing them brought back the memory of when I knew we had something for each other that would always go unsaid. It broke my heart that he’d never admit his feelings for me. Now, he never could.

One night we had snuck out of the house and met each other at our corner. We ran to the river hand in hand. It melted me inside.

When we got there we went directly to the trees without a word spoken. It was the most romantic moment we had ever shared together. I was extremely tired so I wasn’t able to climb very well. He picked me up and put me on his back and carried me up the tree. When we got to the top he pushed my hair out of my face, grabbed my hand and told me, “I never wanna lose you Cassidy. You’re my best friend, and I love you.” It made me feel safe and protected. Nate had never seemed so emotional before that night. We were only thirteen. Now that we are…were.. seventeen and in our junior year of high school it seems like we will never have a chance…well now we won’t ever have a chance because he’s dead. Someone, someone that wasn’t me, killed him. I will never get to ask him what my first child’s name should be, or what color I should wear to prom. Nothing at all. I will never get to speak to Nate again. Ever. He’s…gone.

What did he do to deserve this? He was my best friend and we needed each other to live…and I wasn’t there to help him. He wouldn’t let me be there. I could have helped; thinking of this made me think of the police report that my parents had received about Nate’s ‘murder’. It kills me to even think that of all people, my best friend, Nate, was ‘murdered’. Disgusting.

The police report said that he was covered in mud and suffocated in a t-shirt that of course belonged to me. I remembered that I left that shirt in Nate’s car a week ago. It was a We The Kings shirt. Our favorite song was We’ll be a dream. It was our life. Damn…I’m going to miss him; us. The police had said that they had a couple other leading suspects to look into as well but I was the main person of interest because I “had no alibi, and it was my shirt”. But as well as, “I’m not strong enough to take him down and they found another person’s DNA on his shirt and his face”. That was a relief. Inside I swore to myself that if I got out of this I’d find that whoreofagirl, (who I thought had done it) and rip her long blonde hair ,that Nate loved so much, and burn it right in front of her evil bright blue deceiving eyes. All of a sudden I knew exactly how Nate died. It’s like he was watching me from where ever he was and played the image in my head. Sitting in that interrogation room was horrible. I had fallen asleep for two hours. Why had they let me sleep so long? What was going on outside? There was a commotion that woke me from my thoughts. I’d ask about it later. Then, a well built man walked into the room and asked me one last time, “ What happened to Nathaniel?” I had answered, “ He’s dead, how am I supposed to know? Sorry, he didn’t have time to tell me!”

He just looked at me and then his stern face had turned to a smile. My face twisted into a question mark. Why was he smiling? Is he finding my friends death funny!? What the hell was going on?

“Officer?” I said. Chuckling he replies, “Yes dear? Sorry for laughing, it’s just I can’t imagine you killing him, everyone that we had spoken to about you says that you were bound to get married one day. That’s how me and my Emily were when we were younger. I think I know how you are feeling sweetie,” he’s understanding me, it makes me feel warmer inside,” I’ve been exactly where you are, and that is why my boss sent me here. She knew that situation you are in and thought I’d be able to help decipher if you were the one who killed Nate, that’s what you call him right? Well, I’ll be sure to give them my honest opinion.” he finishes talking and smiles at me leaving a glimmer of hope for my now sad life.

I reply to him, “ Thank you so much officer,” I get up to shake his hand, but instead he hugs me and it feels just like Nate. I start to cry and the he says to me, “ Now, now, don’t cry, you may have lost him, but he’s still with you. Just keep your head up kiddo.” He gave me a wink and I had felt like he Nate was sending good things towards me. Maybe after all things would turn out okay. The man, who’s badge had stated his name was Amal would always be in my memory. Something in my mind clicked but I wasn’t sure what it was. I thought that I’d just rack my brain later, I’d literally just been let off the hook by some angelic man. That was it! Amal was a biblical name that meant, “ pure; hope; “

I looked out the window, beyond the bars, and knew that Nate was looking down on me singing, We’ll be a dream.

“Do you remember the nights we’d stay up just laughing, smiling for hours at anything. Remember the nights we drove around crazy in love? When the lights go out, we’ll be safe and sound. We’ll take control of the world like it’s all we have to hold on to, and we’ll be a dream.

Do you remember the nights we made our way dreaming hoping of being someone big. We were so young then, we were too crazy, in love. When the lights go out, we’ll be safe and sound. We’ll take control of the world likes it’s all we have to hold on to. And we’ll be a dream. Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa when the lights go out, we’ll be safe and sound. We’ll take control of the world like it’s all we have to hold on to and we’ll be When the lights go out, we’ll be safe and sound we’ll take control of the world likes it’s all we have to hold on to and we’ll be…a dream”

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