Everybody Has A Price

Oh, Memories

I felt warmth all around me as I slowly regained awareness of my surroundings. When my vision cleared, I realized I was still in my spectre dimension. I must have fallen asleep. That still didn't explain the warn blanket that was wrapped around me.

"You looked cold, so I decided to help you out." The sudden voice startled me and made me scramble to my feet.

"Holy... Dianite?" I gasped, genuinely shocked. "How? What? Wait. How?" I was looking around for a way he could have entered but I saw nothing. The others and I have tried to get to another person's spectre dimension multiple times, but it never worked.

"I think you have forgotten, Sparkly Pants. I am in fact a god." He was sitting on my ME system, swinging his legs as if he were a bored child. He began to twirl his finger in the air, creating a sort of spinning light that eventually materialized into a rose. "For you," he said handing me the rose. I took the rose, ignoring Dianite and focusing more on how it appeared. I scanned the delicate flower to research it. It was a normal rose. "So, Sparkly Boy," Dianite began. My eyes diverted from the flower to Dianite. I hummed I'm curiosity. "Oh, nothing." I raised an eyebrow before returning to the research. Before I could start again, I noticed the new tag on the flower.

'Love, Dianite'

So, Dianite was annoyed that I was paying attention to the source of the flower rather than him. I began to search through my ME system. Dianite looked puzzled as to what I was doing. When I found the item frame, I carefully placed the rose in it and hung it on the wall of the spectre dimension.

"Glad you like it, Glitter Lap." With that, Dianite was gone. I decided to take the opportunity and talk with the other's. When I got back into the overworld I ran to Tucker's. When I arrived at his dojo, I was completely out of breath. Tucker must have heard me panting because he launched at me holding a sword against my throat.

"Don't speak, or your head will be gone." His eyes were flaming with anger. He moved away from me eventually. I sighed in relief. I really did not want to die today. "Now, leave," he said sternly.

"Whats wrong with you Tucker? First, you almost kill me. Then, you banish me from your place?" I was so confused. Tucker was my best friend. What the hell happened?

"Sonja was sobbing, not because Tom had died. Because you hurt her! You didn't even give her a chance to cry for Tom!" I took a step back. I never meant to hurt Sonja or anyone at all.

"Tucker..." I couldn't continue. All words had left my mind. I was at a complete loss.

"Leave."

I stared at the man in front of me a while longer. Nodding slowly, I turned around and dragged myself away.

I hated that I felt sorry for myself. I despised that I was mad at Tucker. I loathed that I didn't blame myself.

I was wandering around aimlessly. Somehow I had ended up at Tom's tree. Wonderful memories flooded back to me. My eyes drifted shut, locking myself away in my memories and forgetting about the outside world.

Tom was chasing me around the tree. I was giggling wildly. Something was in my hand. I don't remember what exactly, but Tom wanted it. It was sunny and warm outside. The wind was blowing just enough for a nice breeze. I looked ahead of me and Tom was running at me. I let out a giggly scream as he tackled me to the ground. He landed on top of me. His face, smiling, inches away from mine. He snatched the object out of my hand.

"Thanks, Sparkz," he laughed. "I love you." He kissed the tip of my nose before lifting himself.

"I love you, too," I felt myself say effortlessly. I pulled him back to me and wrapped my arms around him. He laughed and did the same. The last thing I remember was taking the object he was chasing me for back.

My eyes opened once again. It was a similar day. A wide smile played on my lips. I was so fond of not only Tom, but the situations he brought into my life. I was grateful for what he brought into my life.

"He was so good to you. I loved him with you." The feminine voice spoke behind me. It had ripped me out of my peaceful state. The sky seemed greyed. The air had chilled.

"He was. He was so good to me," I said bitterly.

"Jordan, he changed though." I turned around quickly.

"What do you mean. He was always good to me, and he always loved me. That is until you murdered him," I spat.

"Jordan, he didn't. He started getting angry. You were so blind to it. He almost killed you multiple times." Angry tears began to leave my eyes.

"You're lying! He would never hurt me! You are the one hurting me!" I was covering my face and shaking my head quickly.

"Please, let me show you," she pleaded.

"No! Stay away from me!" I was backing away from her, but I didn't have a choice. Reality slipped away as memories appeared. I wasn't seeing them from my perspective. It was like I was watching my life like a movie.

Tom and I were on the ground, hugging. It was the same memory I saw earlier. I took a sword from him. This time I wasn't giggling. I saw myself run straight at me. My face showed fear. My eyes were wide and my mouth was slightly open. My memory self passed through me to reveal an insane looking Tom. It felt so slow when Tom passed. He had a wild look in his eyes.

When he was centimeters away from my face, Tom screamed, "I am going to kill you, Sparklez!"

I chill ran down my spine as Tom ran through me. I searched for Ianite. My surroundings faded away, and reality was brought back. I felt cries leave my mouth.

"Now do you understand?"

"That wasn't real! You changed it!" I cried out.

"I cannot change your memories. You can change them. I believe you changed them into what you wanted it to be." I shook my head. It couldn't be.

"Tom loved me, though," I sighed weakly. Ianite rubbed my back.

"He did," she sighed. "Somewhere along the line he fell out of love. I must leave now."

"Of course. You ruin me and leave, again," I muttered. Ianite was gone. I was just outside Tom's tree with myself and my self doubt. "Dianite?" I needed someone to talk to, even if it were Dianite. I waited for a response. When nothing came, I left the tree. I was walking fast. I couldn't stand to be at the place.

"Can you slow down just a bit, boyo? I'm not exactly young." I stopped walking. Dianite finally showed up. He looked terribly tired. God's don't need sleep.

"Dianite...?"

"I have dealt with plenty of souls in my life. And poor Syn, he is the most miserable of them all. He's so lost." Imagining Tom not understanding that he wasn't alive made my chest tighten. It physically hurt me knowing Tom's soul hurt. "He will be okay, Sparkle Boy."

"Were the memories that Ianite showed me real?" I felt defeated. That's all I could ask anymore. There was a pause, then, Dianite vanished.