It felt weird to be back. Not back in New York City ( my home away from school ). It felt weird to be back in the state of Pennsylvania. Where it all began. Where I was born. Where I held my first kiss. Where I went to high school. Where the death of my mother happened and where the death of my best childhood friend happened. 

If it wasn't for the funeral I don't think I wouldn't be here. To many bad memories. To many deaths. 

I shuffled my fancy boots against the dirt as I listened to the preacher preach about life and death. I tried to zone into his words and zone out the sound of soft cries. Only the cries seemed to be louder than his words. 

"Marci held so much life. She had so many plans that she wasn't able to achieve , due to the fact that God had other plans for her. With the life and plans that she held God will make sure those factors about Marci will be completed." 

Yeah she had plans alright. She dreamed of becoming a journalist for New York Times , and that life that she held. Of course it was a lot as her parents held it from her when she was younger. Only when she hit eighteen her life was finally given to her with a head on hit. There was no turning back for her as she left and started her own life. I am surprised that her parents are even here , sitting in the front row pretending to cry , pretending to give a shit. 

"Saying goodbye to someone so young isn't easy. In fact no goodbye is. Goodbye is possibly the worst words anyone could here coming from someone they love. Marci may have said goodbye to her parents a few years ago , but this goodbye no one saw coming. The death of Marci wasn't something that was our faults. As this was unpredictable that even God didn't have time to accept what really happened. So in this time we will now have a few moments of silence before we say our final goodbyes to Marci." 

Silence took over. No one dared uttered a word. Expect the birds above our heads that lurched over the graves. I finally tore my gaze away from my shoes. I blinked a few times as I looked right into the shinning simmering sun. It appeared to be a little extra bright. A sudden flap above my head caused my attention to look up into the could less sky. 

There in the ski a beautiful dove flapped it's beautiful white wings above the grave. I watched as it traveled past Marci's new home , then within seconds the bird was gone. Almost as if it never was  their to began with. I smiled as right then and there because I knew that Marci was finally at piece. 

"Can I please have Mr. and Mrs. Campbell come up to the grave please  , as now it is our time to say our final goodbyes to Marci Campbell." 

From the distance I spotted two familiar people that I have grown to hate over my childhood life. Marci's parent's didn't support our friendship. They thought I was trouble. They are right on that part but still. I made Marci happy and I gave her that taste of life that they just gradually took away from her. They just couldn't accept the fact that Marci made a friend on her own and didn't ask permission from them to move forward with our friendship. So on that part we had to sneak around like two hopeless lovers. 

"Now everyone else could come say their unwanted fair wells to Marci Campbell." 

A line formed by her grave. I casually moved around so that I was the last one to place my farewell. As I just didn't want to be spotted by her family. I didn't have time to show sympathy for the fakes as I had my own sympathy to mourn for. 

As moments passed finally the area cleared. I turned my back to the crowd that was now walking back towards their seats. I smiled to the persist as I took a handful of dirt. 

"Goodbye Marci. I hope that wherever you are right now you are happy and that you are living the life that you fully deserve to get to live. Thanks for all the memories and the friendship that I will forever hold onto , and don't you worry because I am going to lock up that monster who did this to you. Oh and don't you ever worry about our friendship friends come and go but best friends are forever. Even after death separates us. Anyways goodbye best friend." 

With trembling lips and trembling hands I held the dirt over the closed coffin. The sand slithered from my hands and within seconds it traveled down into the depths of the ground. I kept my head down as I walked away. 

I could feel their stares. I could feel their hatred.  I just ignored them all as they are just an unhealthy fragment of my past. 

"Didn't think I would ever see you here again." 

I peaked up from the dirt as an all too familiar voice captured my attention. I turned around on my heels to find Harper standing there with a sad small smile plastered onto her red lips. 

"Funny because I should be saying the same to you. God how long has it been. Maybe ten?" 

A chuckle escaped her lips. 

"I would say more like fifteen." 

"It's good to see you again sis." 

A sincere smile formed against my red lips as I stared at someone who should hold a huge meaning of my life. Only it's hard as this important figure didn't really stay long. My sister Harper left when she could. Although she didn't leave because she hated us. She just left after mom's death. She moved in with her boyfriend and left town as she didn't want to be known as the poor girl who lost her mother in a murder series. I don't blame her because I grew up that way and it sucked. 

"I am sorry about Marci. I know how close you two where. She was a nice girl too. It's such a shame that it's always that the innocent ones always have to leave us so early in life , while the monsters still get to lurk in the shadows and continue to take their life for granted." 

Harper sighed. 

"Yeah it's such a shame. She didn't deserve this. I don't know if dad told you but I am actually working with Mrs. Sanders as part of a training assessment with my criminal justice class. I get to learn and help lock up people. Plus dad gave me something extra to work on. I am working on moms case with a partner who also has been affected by McCann and his dirty crimes. I promise you Harper I am going to find this son of a bitch and lock him up for good before he kills again." 

I took my hand that was covered by a black glove and wiped the tears that where starting to fall. I took a deep breath then steadied myself. 

I didn't expect anything from Harper. A hug would be nice but Harper was never one to hug. She was more to keep to herself. Her long black wavy hair and pricing blue eyes just like mine couldn't embrace anything other than herself ( other than her boyfriend that is ). 

"That's great. Dad said your doing well and I knew you would. You are strong and you have such determination within you. I know you will capture him. There's no doubt that you will." 

I peaked into Harpers eyes. Okay maybe I was wrong. Dried up tears where clearly seen against the edges of her eyes. It almost looks like she hasn't been sleeping as purple bags where clearly seen no matter how much makeup she used to try to cover that up. 

"Look Serenity. I am sorry for not being apart of your life. I never meant to hurt you when I left. I wished I could stand by your side and I wish that we could have done this together as no matter where I went someone knew just who I really was. No matter how many hair colors I went through , no matter how many styles I have tried to change , god it just almost felt like I was running away from a crime that I didn't even commit... 

I raised my eyebrow at Harpers sudden shakiness. 

Anyways I just want you to know that I am truly and deeply sorry for leaving you. As your older sister that was such a very dick move for me to make. I should have been there for you I just , I just didn't know how as I couldn't even be there for myself." 

I sighed as I just didn't know how to respond. I should say it's okay I forgive you. But do I really? She left me. Just like that , not even a single goodbye. She wasn't even there for moms funeral. She didn't even bother to help take care of dad during his grieving time. But yet for some reason she stands here at Marci's funeral? This isn't just adding up. 

"Look Harper I can't say that I forgive you for the extra pain that you have caused on our family. However I could say that it's okay and that I am not really mad at you for it. It was your choice. You did what you could to save your life from pain. I just hope that maybe with this you will be able to hold a special place in your heart for a reconnection? Maybe we could just try to move on from the past and just at least keep in touch. A simple phone call and you should call dad too. He really misses you." 

I kindly smiled. It's the truth. As Harper was his first daughter after all. 

"I will keep that in mind. I gotta go. I gotta get back home before the weekend is over. I will call you when I get home and we can talk some more? It was really nice to talk to you again." 

I just sighed as I watched her saddened tone go back into her normal state. Non caring. 

"Okay I guess. Where is home now for you?" 

I asked. 

"That's for me to know and for you to find out." 

Harper joked with an added wink at the end. 

I just shook my head in disappointment. 

Harper is just a lost soul that does not want to be found. 

"Until next time sis." 

"That's if there's ever going to be a next time." 

I didn't even have to look up from the ground to know that she started to walk away from me. Yet again. I started to turn around and headed back myself. I noticed ahead that a white range rover quickly speed out of the cemetery. I just kept walking towards my rented white jeep wrangler that was parked a few rows down. However before I walked out of Marci's section I turned around. 

I stood still as a newly figure stood before her grave. I squinted my eyes to try to get a better look. Only that didn't help as all I could see was a figure wearing a black hood and black sweatpants. He also wore black vans. I gulped as I came to an conclusion as to who that person could be. Only one name came to mind and with that I was in my rented jeep and out of the cemetery before I could even get a correct observant to my statement.  

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Uh oh not another kill , 

Poor Marci she didn't deserve to get killed. If some of you are confused about Marci she was mentioned in an earlier chapter the one where Serenity had a flashback. 

But don't you think it's a little odd that Serenity's sister suddenly wants to kinda be apart of Serenity's life again? 

If your sister or brother left you for 15 years without communication , after your family had a tragic loss , would you forgive your sibling , would you want them back into your life? 

And what's with that figure standing before Marci's grave? Kinda creepy right? 

Who do you think that was?  

Could it have been a boyfriend or do you think it's just some creep that has nothing better to do with their life than to stand over a dead girls grave? 

I hope you enjoyed this chapter , I set it a little differently as usually the setting is at Serenity's school but I wanted to give you a little insight about her family and her past. 

Oh and I also wanted to thank you all for the reads and the votes and the reviews as it honestly means a lot to me that you all are enjoying this story. As I have been working really hard on this. 

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Anyways until next time loves, 

xoxo Kelli xoxo