Again, Im sorry.

BUT I AM HAVING A MAJOOOR CRISIS THAT NO ONE UNDERSTANDS CAUSE ITS ALL IN MY HEAD! Maybe, maybe not. Because for this whole week, I have been on high alert for hints that the guy I like, or dont like, or I do like, or I DONT KNOW notices that i like or dont like like him. Does that make sense? Not really anymore, right? HOLEH CRAP!

I've been playing the whole scenario in my head for a whole week. I havent really talked to him for a whole week which is a MIRACLE because I normally would gravitate towards him, but for the last week we have made nearly no eye-contact which is good because eye-contact makes me squeamish and when Im squeamish, I do something stupid like say randomly blurt out "your eyes are pretty". O.O THIS IS WHY I DONT MAKE EYE CONTACT. The last time I made eye-contact, I nearly hugged him but instad i said "uh..erm...huh...AHAHAHA~" and i started laughing sorta maniatically and that was the worst and I said "why are you staring at me weirdo?" which was sorta the biggest mistake I could make. But I always do that when I have nothing to say or talk about, I blurt out stupid things or mean things. THATS WHY MY FRIENDS HATE ME. Even though I might hate them just a little bit... maybe, maybe not. I stumble on thoughts and words and I think I might be losing any sight of my brain right now.

Many people have questioned who this guy is and some have guessed right except I refuse to tell them because it is weird. ITS WEIRD! And because of the fact that I dont want anyone to tell me that "Vicki, you dont have a chance with him" or "Its mudane" which is OBVIOUS, like IN YOUR FACE OBVIOUS if you know who this guy is. I asked him to the winter ball and when he rejected me I went into a downward spiral of making it a joke and thats ruining my 1. self-esteem and 2. ego. And I have been the biggest joke since jokes were invented. Christine, Analie, Diana, Sammy, and even ASHTON knows but he whom I likes does not know BECAUSE HE IS CLUELESS OR THATS WHAT IM HOPING. Because if he isnt clueless then my blushing and stupidity will have gone to crap.

Again, back to the subject. Im sorry I didnt write anything for this so imma post my story (which I read in front of the WHOLE class including the guy I like who I sat near during the whole thing which made me even more squeamish and want to die). Its a halloween love story which I sorta based off of him, but i took the best qualities from all the dudes I know. I should start posting pictures of them. HE SAT RIGHT NEXT TO ME. I MEAN NOT REALLY, BUT IN MY MIND HE DID. IF RHEA READS THIS, I AM SCREWED. BY SCREWED I MEAN IM SCREWED SCREWED AND HE WILL KNOW, probably, BY MONDAY HE WILL KNOW! WHICH WOULD BE TOTALLY CRAP-ish. AGH. Did he notice it was about him? Did he notice that I was blushing when I read it? Did he notice I was staring at him about half the time? Agu! I hope he doesnt because this is beyond cheesy: its supposed to be a scary story too. ITS ME IF I EVER DIE OR HE EVER IS THAT 1. Romantic, 2. nice, 3. UNCLUESLESS i hope:

Their laughter still rings in my head today; their tinkering, childish laughter. “Maniacs, maniacs!” I proclaimed and they echoed back. The hellish tattoo of the twittering snickers that came from them drove me over the edge. Too much, it was too much. The gap before present and after past seemed too great to ever fill in with memories. The whole world spun like mad, but the moment before death and doom, it all came back.
It was a cold day in September when I met him. He had a smile that would charm anyone who would dare look at him, the brilliance of a million stars, the quick reactions of a puma, and an unammountable amount of intelligence to go with it. I was not impressed for this was material and material was not me. I had grown up learning of the wisdom of life before life had even begun and I had the talent of ignorance. This I used to ignore him and the large crowd that he often drew when walking around campus. He had been a smash hit since he had walked onto campus at the dewy dawn on this first day of school. I had been a failure since I had walked onto campus 15 minutes late and fell flat on my face the moment I had entered the classroom. I had a feeling that my high school life was not going to be easy.
I had taken so much precaution and so much preparation for this day and I had forsaken all my hard work the moment I had walked into class. Oh joy; how wonderful life is. I was the last one in and all the seats had been decided by alphabetical order and mine was right next to his. His seat being the seat of Tyler Adrian Carter. Tyler the radiant creature of whom I didn’t want to sit next to no matter what. As I walked down the aisle with my boots, which created a sound similar to that of a horse when trotting along the roads, I caught sight of menacing glances shot from throughout the room. I wished that the ground would swallow me up and never again let me experience this type of embarrassment. I sank into my chair and bade my life goodbye as I drifted into sleep. I woke up a few minutes later to the poking of my face. It seemed that Tyler had been poking me ever since class ended a minute ago.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Who, what now?” I replied in confusion. He merely smiled in response.
“Juliet?” he inquired.
“Me? How do you know my name?” I asked back.
“You’re funny,” he scoffed.
“Sure…” I said in as cool a tone as I could manage at that point. It was embarrassing enough to have fallen asleep during homeroom, but I was talking with Tyler and I will admit that I am not the type of person to actually be able to talk coherently to people.
“Crap, I gotta go. Class is gonna start. What do you have next?” he asked.
“I’ve got English,” I said in a bored tone.
“Let’s go then,” he said cheerfully as he dragged me around the hallway.
“What?” I said in a dazed tone while running after him as he pulled my arm.
“I’ve got the same thing,” he replied with his signature smile. I still wasn’t falling for it. At least I don’t think I was.
We compared our schedules. As it turned out, we had every class together. It was fate’s cruel way of playing with my mind. Why me of all people? I don’t really dislike him, as he was fun, easy to talk to, understanding, and a basically all around good person, but I guess I never knew that popular people could be this easy to talk to. I always used to stereotype them into a group. Next, we had to run to science, which was on the other side of the school. I was running down the stairs when I tripped and by chance, Tyler caught me. I couldn’t see anything as clear as it used to be.
“My glasses!” I exclaimed. I tried to leap out of his reach to grab them and continue on my way to science. But he grabbed my arm and in one graceful move, like the ones that you see in the movies, he twisted me into his arms. I blushed furiously.
“You look better without the glasses,” he said calmly as he smiled. I kept blushing and my mind went completely blank. I was dumbfounded.
“Wha…what?” I managed to stammer. He threw me out of his arms and I nearly tripped down the stairs again.
“Just teasing you,” he chuckled. I blushed even harder, if that was even possible. I fumbled down the stair well and grabbed my glasses.
“How mean!” I chirped in an accidentally higher pitched voice to him. I skittered towards the next class as I remembered the fact that we had all of our classes together. Damn it.
When we got to science, it seemed that he had forgotten about the whole incident and we were chatting normally and then they showed up. They, being the girls with the worst personalities that had ever existed; Chloe and Haley, the twins.
“Hiii…My name is Chloe and this is Haley. What’s your name?” Chloe said as girly and seductively as she could manage.
“Tyler,” he bluntly replied. After a few minutes of whispering to each other, the twins had noticed me, dorky, glasses wearing, and plain- looking me.
“Who are you?” asked Haley in genuine sarcasm. A lot of things ran through my mind at that moment, but the most imminent thought was that I had to stand up for myself or I would be bullied unconditionally. That is what happens in high school. Eat or be eaten.
“My name is Juliet,” was all I could say.
“What kind of a name is that?” they asked in perfect synchronization. They were like birds, birds that would not shut up. I just didn’t respond.
“Where is your Romeo? I bet you’re never going to get one. Not in that outfit and not with that hair,” teased Chloe.
“Ha!” Haley laughed, “It’s like hideous!”
“Whatever,” I said nonchalantly. I wanted to smack them in the face. At least show some courtesy.
“Stop it,” Tyler said, agitated. Lifesaver! Haley and Chloe pulled me aside.
“Let us get this straight, we don’t like you and we’ll do whatever it takes to make your life miserable,” they said in perfect sync again.
“Why the hell would you want to do that?” I asked with a straight face. I was actually biting my lip too to hold back all the cursing that I wanted to do at them.
“Because, it’s fun~” they chirped. What the hell?
The whole day went by quickly. It was fun just talking to Tyler and his friends from middle school. Soon, I realized that I hadn’t really made any real friends besides Tyler and his friends. We all exchanged emails. The rest of the day was full of laughter and excitement. In the blink of an eye, it was time for me to go home. Tyler offered to walk me home, but I refused his offer.
As I went home, I reviewed the memories that I had made today. I giggled for a while and I stopped two seconds later when I realized how weird I looked taking the railway home. Maybe I did like him, I liked him a bit. When I got home, I checked my email and to my surprise, Tyler had emailed me with a bunch of inside jokes that we had made the whole day.
I smiled and I wished I could’ve seen his smile, but that would have to wait until tomorrow. The days that I spent tagging along with him seemed short in comparison to the days before them. I began to notice how elegant and classically charming he was, like a prince on his way to a castle. I just wished I could be his princess. He wore a blue striped polo shirt the next time that I saw him. He was always in jeans or capris that made him look ruggedly handsome. His hair was always tousled and it seemed untamed and that was part of his charm I guess. His hands were so much bigger than mines and his nails were never dirty or even scratched. His eyes seemed to pierce through your head and see your thoughts. They shimmered with everlasting light when he walked in the sun, and when he walked in the sun he was Apollo. He was the definition of a prince. That was why he was the center of attention most of the time. But his looks were only the tip of the iceberg. He was a poet who wrote odes to nature, he was a songwriter who wrote songs with his guitar, he was as athletic as the guys on out football team (though he refused to join, knowing that he might neglect his friends afterwards), he was more intelligent than the rest of us for his mind seemed as quick as an eagle’s. He didn’t seem real, human, or existent. The possibility was impossible. I was falling for him and I was falling hard. I wondered if my heart would continue beating for him. I liked him and that was all I knew.
But I could never tell him, for if I told him, I might have ruined the delicate friendship between us. I had made new friends with his old ones. Mark, Ethan, and Andrew were so funny and they were adorable in the little brother kind of way. Time went by and everyday I got to know all of them even more. Mark was athletic. He was on the lacrosse team and he played soccer. I came along one day to watch him play with his friends at lunch. He zipped across the field faster than anyone I had ever seen. It sort of looked like he was floating on air as he stretched his leg back and kicked the ball into the goal. I was still in awe when the bell rung. He was loved by everyone for his undying spirit and his ability to make someone smile.
Andrew was shy. His look seemed so innocent that everyone went “awww...” when he walked past them with a smile. Andrew was the type of person who would wear a plaid vest over a dress shirt and the type of guy you would see studying in the library. His eyes were a murky green and his hair a dark brown. I wanted to hug him every time I saw him. He was like a cuddly teddy bear or the cute little brother I never had. He had red glasses which enhanced the green-ness of his eyes. He was smart and well-liked by the teachers automatically. He never liked to be the teacher’s pet, but he had no choice. He was born like this; gifted and cute.
Ethan was the one who got all the girls. He, unlike Tyler, tried to get everyone to like him. He seemed like he had roses surrounding him all of the time. He jokingly tried to flirt with me but I never got the memo. I was always out of it and I never really paid attention to him. He kept a couple of roses in his backpack to give to girls that he hung around with. I thought that this was a really material reason for using roses, but later I discover his love of gardening. He was a nice guy... maybe. He was the type to make perverted jokes every two minutes which induced my choking one day at lunch. I had backed up into a wall when I tripped over a chair and fell unconscious.
I woke up about 10 minutes later to find to my surprise that Ethan was hovering over me in a bed in the nurse’s office. The shock of the sight of his face being so overwhelmingly close to mine made me sit up quickly. I got up so quick that my face accidentally knocked into his face causing me to experience my first kiss and Ethan to experience a slap in the face.
“What did you do that for?” he asked, quite annoyed I might add.
“You… you… YOU STOLE MY FIRST KISS!” I screamed. This was horrible. Of all people, it had to be Ethan. I thought it might have been someone else like say… Tyler. But no, I had to get up that quickly and I had to have bumped into his face. Why was it me? Why not one of the other girls that he flirts with? WHY ME?!
“It was your fault bumping into me!” he exclaimed as he jumped up.
“It was your fault for being there!” I yelled back.
“It was your fault for fainting,” he said as he did an imitation of me falling to the ground.
“I…It was an accident and it was because you were making me laugh!” I shouted.
“Is making people laugh a crime now?” he asked sarcastically.
“It is if you almost make them choke to death!” I screamed.
“My first kiss lost to an idiot,” he muttered.
“Well, well it was mine too!” I stammered. I had always thought of Ethan as the type of person to be…you know. I guess I was wrong. This time I was way off. We started arguing after a few minutes when the nurse came in.
“My, my. Having a lover’s quarrel are we?” she said teasingly. Ms. Carol was the type of person who seemed like she was permanently 21. She had red hair and dark brown eyes which made you feel as if you could trust her.
“We are not!” we both exclaimed at the same time. We looked at each other and we both turned away.
“I’m fine now so I’m going back to class,” I said quietly.
“What a nerd,” Ethan muttered as I walked out of the room as quickly as I could, hoping that he wouldn’t follow me. My first kiss, stolen by an idiot.
The next day I told Andrew and Mark what happened and to my surprise, they didn’t show any surprise. They just shifted uncomfortably on the grass that we were sitting on outside. I glared at both of them and I grabbed them by the collar.
“Tell me everything, now!” I growled menacingly. Mark shot Andrew one of those don’t do it looks and he shot Mark a she’s going to kill me eventually look. I stared at them while they exchanged glances and finally Mark gave up and Andrew started talking.
“Mark, Tyler, Ethan, and I have been friends since the third grade. We were almost the same as we are today. Mark was the champion of dodge ball, Tyler was the unwilling center of attention, and I was the one who was pinched so much to the point that I think that I’ve developed wrinkles. Ethan was lost back then. He never really had anything he was good at. Tyler had taken the spotlight, Mark was always quicker than us, and I was a squish able nerd if that’s what you’d call it. Ethan never really had a place and it stayed that way until 7th grade when he made up his mind that he was going to charm everyone. He wanted something to be good at. Up till’ then, he was the normal kid who had nothing special. In 7th grade, he changed his look, his personality, and he became more like he is today. But to us he is the same, lost, little Ethan. Everything he is to everyone else is fake, so we’re not surprised that he got mad or that he was watching over you. He was probably worried and he gets all defensive when someone argues with him because he’s just being…Ethan,” Andrew explained.
“He could have just said so in the first place!” I said furiously.
“Juliet, if you haven’t noticed yet, guys don’t really like showing their emotions,” said Mark plainly.
“Oh…right,” I replied. It was hard to remember that these were guys and I was a girl. I probably didn’t understand, or rather didn’t want to understand, what was going through their brains. It was fine though, at least I had friends.
After a week, word had spread to Tyler, Tyler the now furious. For some reason, his cheeks were red when he questioned me about what happened with Ethan the other day. He was never red in his face, not ever. He was always, cool, calm, and collected.
“What did he do to you?” he asked in a deeper tone than his usual voice. He was seriously this time, dead serious. “What did he do to you?” he repeated.
“Nothing, absotively nothing at all,” I said. And with perfect timing, Ethan showed up and put his arms around the both of us and greeted us with a smile and kissing sounds at me. Great; he had to joke about that. I was just about to slap his face again, but Tyler beat me to the punch, literally. His fist landed right on the side of his face.
“Ouch! What was that for?” he asked again for the second time that week.
“What did you do to Juliet?” Tyler asked menacingly.
“Nothing. I just…” Ethan trailed off and that was deserving of another punch. This is why I don’t understand guys. They fight with such brutality, like it’s a matter of kill or be killed. This had to stop before someone gets sent to the hospital. I jumped in front of Ethan as Tyler fist stopped less than an inch in front of my face.
“It’s not his fault. I was sent to the nurse’s office when I fainted and I sat up and…” I said and I muttered the rest of the story. Tyler’s face took on a gentler look and he started laughing. Ethan started laughing too and I stared at them like they were crazy.
“Was that it? Just a kiss?” asked Tyler jokingly.
“It was my first one and my most important one!” I childishly shouted in response. It was suppose to be the one that Tyler was supposed to give me, but I couldn’t tell him that. I pouted and sat down to mope. Tyler pulled me up by my hand; not more pulled than drew. He swept me into his arms. Somehow this seemed familiar.
“Would this make it better?” he asked. He kissed me. My second kiss, stolen insincerely. I pushed him away from me. This wasn’t supposed to happen this way! This was supposed to happen like a sunset-fairytale.
“Stupid Tyler!” I yelled as I ran back inside. It was supposed to be sweet and unforgettable, but I wished that I could forget it this very second and run away as fast as I could.
When I got home, I got an apology email from Tyler. I immediately threw it into the trash, but I decided to keep it and read what it said.
“ Juliet, I’m sorry about today and making that big scene in front of everyone and about kissing you and all. Would you forgive me?” said the text. My heart was warmed. The world was at peace again, until tomorrow.
The twins just had to add to my horrible week. Their screeching and idiocy just couldn’t be contained. When I walked into science, I tripped over their feet, decorated with shoes that probably cost 100 times the money that it would to buy my shoes because their shoes were all originals from the designers themselves. I mean, they’re just shoes! I got up again and I went to my seat.
Class started and Mr. Eisner was chattering away while we were busy taking notes to match the speed of his monotonously deadly tone. This was the one of the most boring classes that we had to take. We usually daydreamed while he spoke and occasionally doodled on our papers. Chloe passed me a note and just as I was about to throw it away, Mr. Eisner came and snatched the note looking extremely scary. He wrote a note inside that notebook of citation he has for all of us. I didn’t really care because this was my first citation in his class while everyone has had at least five. He continued on his ramblings and I looked unaffected by what happened, much to the disappointment of Haley and Chloe. Tyler high-fived me in an awkward way and I smiled to acknowledge that we were back to being friends again.
Tomorrow was going to be Halloween and that meant that it was my birthday. Two months had passed since I had first met Tyler, though it seemed like more had passed. I wondered what he was going to wear since I had forgotten to question him yesterday. I was going to wear a doll-like outfit. I loved dressing up for Halloween ever since I was a little girl. I hoped that tomorrow I would finally be able to live the fairytale that I dreamed of in my little princess dress in the 3rd grade. Little did I know that tomorrow would be the end.
I woke up to a normal morning to the birds that sing to me every day. I showered, got dressed into my doll-like costume, ran downstairs, ate breakfast, and I got to railway. I traveled to school, not knowing of the awaiting peril. It was supposed to be another ordinary, ordinary day. The beating of my heart drew faster as I entered the front gates. It was a sunny day, the sky was blue, a cloudy blue, but still slightly blue. The trees were filled with the scent of October and the happiness and joy of Halloween. I skipped towards Tyler in his Romeo impersonation costume, which I didn’t know whether to take as a joke or possibly flattery, Mark in his zombie costume, Andrew in his bat costume, which was extremely cute on him; as cute as a button and Ethan in his girl costume. Ethan had a dress on with lipstick and everything. I would have laughed my head off if it were not for the distance. They were staring at me wide-eyed from the front steps.
Everyone was waving maniactically. I waved back thinking that this was just a friendly wave like they had always sent me. I had not seen the man behind me. There was the unmistakable sound of gunfire. Suddenly, my chest felt warm and my shirt had been stained crimson. I looked up at Tyler, but everything was fading so fast. He ran in slow motion and I was falling. When I regained some consciousness, I found myself lying in his arms. I was dying.
“I’m sorry…”he sobbed; “I couldn’t …” He broke into tears.
“Its fine,” I gasped. This couldn’t be. I was dying.
“Happy Birthday… Juliet,” he said his voice thick and choked.
“Thank you…” I whispered. There wasn’t much time left. It was getting harder to breathe. “You know… I’ve always wanted to tell you … something.”
“What is it?” he asked.
“I love you,” I choked out. It was almost time to go. I was tired.
“I love you too,” he said. He burst into tears.
“I want just one thing for my birthday present…” I gasped.
“I’ll give you anything, the world if you want…” he cried.
“I want to see your smile before I go,” I whispered to him, “Just smile and I’ll be the happiest girl in the world.”
“What are you talking about,” he said in a pained smile, “You’re dying on your birthday.”
“Yea, but I still have you,” I whispered as I reached out for his hand. “Goodbye Tyler. Don’t forget me.”
“I won’t,” he said through smiling tears. And I left as he kissed my dead body and there was peace. My third kiss was for my dead corpse. A true Juliet to his Romeo.
But the peace did not last very long. I was back a few weeks later. I was rejected from the afterlife because of my desire to see Tyler one last time. My love for him was enough to break the bonds of death. I was a ghost now; a shadowy imprint on the world I had once inhabited. I didn’t have the energy to really do anything except wander around.
I went back to the school, only to find that another, prettier girl had filled my seat and Tyler was laughing with her. It couldn’t be helped right? I had died anyways, but then I saw Andrew, Mark, and Ethan. Ethan seemed depressed along with Andrew whereas Mark was laughing with the new girl. I soon learned her name was Lillia. Lillia was such a pretty girl and she seemed quite nice too. I thought I had left them in the hands of a good person. I thought so until I saw her talking and laughing with the twins?
“I mean, you don’t have to feel bad for her,” Chloe said, “It was her own fault for coming to school at the time.”
“But don’t you feel sorry for her like a little?” asked Lillia.
“Nah,” they said in chorus. They still laughed like birds.
“Now we get a chance at Tyler,” scoffed Chloe, “Without that dork always around him, we can finally get him.”
“Chyeah!” squealed Haley as she high-fived her sister.
“What about me? I’ve probably got a better chance than both of you combined!” she said pride fully.
“It’s eat or be eaten!” Haley squealed followed by insane laughter. Their laughter was unbearable. I floated out of the room and I waited until after school to follow Tyler. I felt like a stalker, but it seemed okay until I saw him and Lillia making out behind the bleachers. That made me snap. Their twittering chatter and their laughs. Guffaw, guffaw! Their hypocritical giggles drove me over the edge. Tyler had been so sincere, it was only a few weeks after my death and he was already moving on? I hated him and the twins and society to the point where I wanted it all to end. I wanted them to see how dying felt like.
And Lillia… she was just annoying. I hated her, I hated her! The sounds rang in my ears and resonated off my mind. Just because I was dead didn’t mean that I could be treated like this after I had died. She had no right. He was my Tyler! Mine, not hers, mine. She couldn’t have taken him in a heartbeat, she couldn’t have! I wanted to strangle her; I wanted to make her pay. I wanted to make them all pay. Tyler was supposed to be sincere. What did he do after my death? He left, left to another prettier girl. I could never be replaced, could I? No, never, never. I had to do something. I hated them, hated them, hated them! All of that hate just pushed me past the border of sanity.
I followed Lillia until she was alone and I whispered into her ear, “I hate you. He was mine, mine! You have no right, no reason, no obligation to take my precious Tyler away from me. Give him back,” I hissed.
“I must be hearing things,” she muttered to herself.
“But you aren’t dearie, this is real,” I giggled into her ear.
“But you’re supposed to be dead!” she shrieked in mortal terror as her face turned pale.
“Oh, sure and you’re also supposed to live, but I’m going to make sure that doesn’t happen today. You have taken something away from me and now is the time to compensate. You owe me something and I will accept your life as payment,” I said as a grin spread across my face and my conscience began to fade. All I had left was this empty void, and empty void that could be filled with vengeance. I stabbed her with a rusty sharpened ruler and dragged her body to the art room in the school and burnt her remains in the kiln. It felt nice to get revenge, but there was more to be taken care of.
I had to kill Tyler too. When Tyler was alone, I grabbed him by the neck and asked him, “Do you want to die today? Would you like to see how it feels to die?”
“Juliet! What are you doing?!” he yelled shakily.
“You have something I want,” I said.
“I’ll give you anything!” he screamed.
“I want your soul. I want vengeance. You didn’t love me! It was a lie. It was all a big scheme. From the first moment, it was a great scheme. I’m not stupid; I can figure things out too!” I hissed.
“I’m sorry,” he said and those were his last words. I slit his throat and watched as he cried and he managed a smile. Insincerity, insincerity. Alas, Tyler was dead. Killing was fun so I went after the twins next and I hung them both from the basement. They would never find out that I did it. I was dead! I would never have to worry about this again. I started killing left and right. Cutting and slashing and hanging were so fun. I loved it. I needed more vengeance, more revenge. I couldn’t live without it. Tyler was dead, so why did I feel so empty? Why did I feel like that I needed revenge on everyone else? Why? I killed Tyler, Tyler the sweet, charming, and friendly. Tyler was dead, stone dead and there was nothing I could do about it. I had killed him. I could still make out his smile out of the memories that I held. He was dead, he broke my heart, and it was all fine, right? He had made a mockery out of my death. He had taken my life for granted. Justice was served. Tyler’s smile had disappeared. Life had ended and torture had begun.
Suddenly, I was in a dark room. It was cold and silent, like the tears that I shed at that very moment. Why? Tyler is lost forever. I need more souls to fill this void. I need a new person to hold onto. I need to friends and a new life. Give me my Tyler back, give me my Tyler back! I can’t turn back the time.I felt so alone then. There was no one there. Just an empty space as wide and as vast as the hold left in my heart.I walked alone in that dark place for a while until I came about two voices.
“We will cut you a deal,” they said in unison, “We will free his soul from the afterlife into your world again if you collect souls for us for eternity.”
“Eternity?” I asked. I would have to do this forever?
“Yes, sign the contract and we will let your little friend live,” they said in chorus again. Tyler should have lived on. It was my fault, all my fault. I have to take responsibility, for eternity, I must. His smile would last forever in my mind and it shall make an impression forever in the world. But was this truly my fault? No, it was society that drove me to this. It was instinct, it was so many things. It was hate and love and betrayal. It was everything. I hated everything and I loved Tyler. Before I knew it, I had pricked my finger and signed the contract, for eternity. I blame you, I love you, I hate you.
“You will now live as a human, but you can never speak to anyone you knew in your previous life ever again. You have signed the contract and the deed has been done,” they said in sync. Forever…
I took it upon myself to take the souls you have away. I will take revenge against you someday. My unquenched thirst for blood shall remain that way until my debt is paid. My love lost is now in life and I must pay for it. This shall bind me for eternity, for your life, for millennia to come. Pitiful souls in the shadows tied into the darkness in your hearts, looking down unto people and hurting them, a soul drowned in pitiful karma. Would you like to try dying once?