The Ghost Of You

VIII

"The best revenge is massive success."
-Frank Sinatra

Healing is...

Having someone be there for you.

Or understanding and knowing what to do.

Andrew and I sat on the grounds, knees to our chests for about half an hour, trying to process all of what has happened and obviously, healing.

We stood up, wiping off our tear ridden faces and investigated the note, as if nothing happened in the past hour or two.

"This relates to a past memory,"I told Drew, tossing him it.

He asked,"What happened in the memory?"

As I told him everything, Andy tossed the letter in the garbage, giving me this kind of warm feeling in my dead heart.

"So they were cheating before you died? How heartless."

"I think that's what related to my death." I answered, giving it a thought.

I mean it could be possible. Like what if Serena killed or wanted me killed so she could get together with Mr. Perfect? What if Mr. Perfect was the one who killed me? What if I'm just overreacting and assuming all of this?

The second one could've been correct. Hunter never really liked me and would usually give me this irritated lookin' death glare. C'mon man, what did I ever do? Have (most likely had) the hottest chick in school?

Oh look at that. I'm kind of already over it. Or just great at hiding it. Which ever works. I choose to bury that hurt with happiness. Don't want to get all emotional again for another while you know? Crying is a lot of work.

"Not likely. A death that leads to purgatory that involves around murder is rare. Especially for teens," He replied after thinking about it.

"Why? Isn't it an unsuspected death?"

"Yeah, but a murder is usually dealt with a dumb deal and is mostly fate related. They know how they've died, the suspect see's how they die and then boom, they die."

"That's sad," Saying 'sad' longer than intended.

"That's life, man."

"That's deep."

"So we finally have a clue, eh?" Drew said, moving onto the next subject,"Not really related to the notes, but it's kinda something."

Rubbing my chin, I pondered,"Maybe there is a lead. We should go check Hunter Delasarias's locker."

"Why him?"

I rolled my eyes,"He's the one Serena has been cheating on with me."

"Oh...Alright moving on," His voice fading away.

Once we ended up cleaning the mess of dug out lockers (and leaving a little surprise, shush) we raced over to Hunter's locker.

His locker pretty much looked, and reeked of physical exertion. His locker filled the airs of sweat and mold, and there were so many 17's stuck all over the walls, since he was #17. He had pictures stuck all around of the soccer team, from tiny tikes to now.

I flipped through each of his books and dug all around his locker, even if it smelled like death. Is that what will my corpse will smell like six feet under? Mold, sweat and armpit hair? Hopefully, I won't smell that bad. Maybe Mr. Perfect did have some flaws.

Luckily, I didn't find anything important, so I picked up all his junk and finally left the school building.

We both started walking home, the sun slowly setting behind us. I never realized how much time I took on the school, yet I never realized how early it gets dark. It was only like, 9:00 P.M.