Teen Romance Fantasy

Act 57 (Ty)

"Listen Siren-"

"Sarah!", she interrupted me.

"Of course, Sarah. I had everything under control."

"You did? Then why did you get those heart eyes while looking at her?! Damn it, you guys are all the same. A pretty girl walks by and suddenly you carry your head around your dick."

"Now I'm the bad guy!? Try getting your own shit together before you bitch around others or are you too scared of your fucking bastard of a brother?!"

"Take it back."

"Why should I? Did I hit a nerve? You're getting mad at me for talking to Alexy but you still do whatever Sam asks of you. Oz, Otis and Samira won't be there to protect you forever. They'll have enough of you eventually just like everyone else in this godforsaken world! Nobody likes you Sarah! What do you think would happen if people found out you were Siren!?"

I was breathing heavily. Did I go too far? I did not mean to say all that but Siren just made me snap and now she would start crying again. I hated it when she cried.

"You're right Tyson. I'm sorry that I cared about your wellbeing.", she answered. No tears and no shiver in her voice. She was acting strange. Unbothered. Cold. Careless.

She left.

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Later that day I began worrying. It was obvious that I went too far. I needed to apologise to her and tell her that I was grateful for her help. Well, at least that was the plan. When I made it to the classroom where she should have been, I could not find her. No matter how much I looked around, she was not there. Where could she have possibly gone?

"Are you looking for the freak?", a crisp voice suddenly interrupted my thoughts. A pair of bored brown eyes stared right into my soul. It was Louis.

"How do you know?", I asked warily. Did he hear our fight? It could not have been. It was way too loud in the classroom for anyone to hear even a word we said.

"She ran outside before the bell rang. She said something about having a really bad stomach ache. I think she went to the old playground behind the closed chocolate factory."

I raised an eyebrow at Louis but he just shrugged. Why in the world would Sarah go to the old playground? That place was basically haunted. Nobody ever went there.

"Listen, just trust me on that one.", he sighed quietly before he whispered:"Besides, you should hurry up. Sarah can be a little unique when she's feeling down."

I had no idea what Louis was talking about but something inside of me trusted him. It made me run at lightning speed, while my heart kept beating rapidly. Usually we were not allowed to just leave the school ground and perhaps this was going to be the first time I would skip classes but I did not care. I needed to talk to Sarah. I needed to make sure that she was fine.

The streets stretched endlessly and the warm air around me turned into a cold breeze. I might have run into a thousand people, many who began shouting at me for being rude but it did not bother me. I could not waste my time on meaningless things. All that mattered in this moment was Sarah.

I made it to the playground in a matter of seconds. It looked as haunted as always. The slide was rusty, the air was filled with the intoxicating scent of cigarettes and alcohol and everything looked grey and broken. Not even the grass was green anymore. It was brown, at some places it did not even grow anymore. Everything was depressing and in the middle of all this I saw her. She was sitting on the rusty swing, which I figured would break down under her weight but it never did.

Her backpack was openly lying on the ground next to her. When did she come here? 

"Is this you Tyson? I didn't think you would find me here.", she sang cheerfully.

"Louis told me you'd be here."

"Really, he did? I'm surprised he remembered. Why are you standing there anyways? Come here."

I listened to what she told me to do. I put down my backpack on the ground before making my way towards her. Now that I got a good look at her, I instantly noticed that her pupils had gotten smaller than usual. This was most definitely not normal.

Once I stood right in front of her, she spread out her arms and told me to pick her up. I did. I felt her cold and unusually wet skin on mine. Her chest was pressed against mine. Her head was sitting on my shoulder. Her arms were around my neck.

"What are you doing here?", I asked as I still held her in my arms.

"I'm flying all the way to the moon."

Her breathing was slow. Slower than what was normal. My hands kept shaking when I put her down to stand on her own two feet but she did not let go of me at first. I did not resist. I kept talking to her but her answers were as cryptic as they could have been. She kept insisting that she was flying and would not stop singing. Eventually she even decided to take me with her to the moon. Our skin stopped touching. The weight of her body was not carried by mine anymore. Instead she really began flying just like an angle. Oh how beautiful she was in that very moment before I found her

lying

on the floor.

I was frozen in place, looking at her lifeless body, which had been dancing just a second ago. The sound of my rapid heartbeat echoed through my mind, which I could not control anymore because it was filled with the awful image in front of me.

Siren collapsed right in front of me. Siren, who looked just like Sarah. Siren, who acted just like Sarah. Siren, who reminded me of Sarah.

Without thinking I ran towards her. Words cannot describe how thankful I was that I brought that one bottle from my father's studies with me. Deep down I had known that something like this was going to happen eventually but I did not know when.

I felt a little of her cold breath tingling on my skin. I saw her body respond to my muted voice. Sarah was still there. She was just overwhelmed and had trouble breathing. Her lips moved around but not air entered her lungs.

She needed air before I could inject the substance from the bottle into her system.

I was the son of a doctor. My father showed me how to do CPR and I knew that I had to call a doctor but can you really think straight when you find someone that is precious to you unconscious on the floor? Besides, I never listened to him. Mouth to mouth resuscitation was not recommended anymore. I could have known about that, if only I had ever listened to my father.

Countless times I lowered my lips on hers and blew air into her mouth. Countless times I listened to her heartbeat. Countless times I told her everything would be fine and countless times I cursed myself for saying all those awful things to her.

I killed her.