"Hi, Mikey," Gereon said as he sat on my bed, twiddling his thumbs.
I looked over at him, taking an earbud out. "Hi," I replied before going back to my phone.
"Why aren't you paying attention to me?" he asked sadly, moving over a couple spots do that we were eye-to-eye.
I paused my music and turned off my phone. "Because," I started, smoothing my hair down and pulling my cream t-shirt over my thighs. "I think you should leave me alone. I don't like you," I stated bluntly.
"Then I'll just stay around forever. Just to bug you," he smirks.
"What if I die?"
"Then we haunt you in the afterlife. Forever." he shrugged. "And then you'll never get away from us."
I shook my head, staring at him. "You can't do that. You have to leave me alone at some point."
Gereon smiled. "No we don't."
I sat there, just looking at him and he did the same.
"I could leave you alone..." he began, making my eyes widen.
"I'll do anything," I whispered. Gereon leaned forward, motioning me closer.
"We'll leave you alone forever if you kill your friend," he smiled, nodding his head toward Luke who sat three rooms away, probably sitting innocently on my bed, watching SpongeBob and drinking from a juice box.
Suddenly, Olivia was holding a gun. My jaw dropped as she handed it to me.
My hands wrapped around the cool metal, careful to avoid the trigger.
The chamber was loaded, I could see three delicately crafted bullets sitting inside it.
It felt so familiar in my hands and I wondered why.
"I love you, Mikey," she whispered. I looked at her beside me, her auburn hair fanned out around my pillow, her arms tightly clutching my body closer to her.
Her red dress sat on the edge of my bed, the slight smell of alcohol lingered on her breath as she gently pressed kisses to my pale skin.
The first time I held her.
"I love you, Mikey," she laughed, letting her arms dangle out the car window. Her head was thrown back as she laughed. "You're such an idiot, Michael," she giggled.
I remember staring at her, her eyes wide and wonderous and beautiful. Exquisite shades of hazel, blues and greens and browns swirling around.
I imagined her laying in her new boyfriend's arms, hearing her say how much she loved him.
I felt infuriated. How lucky he was. Getting to see my girl writhing underneath his body that was visibly better than mine, her eyes rolled back and mouth parted with sounds. Getting to kiss her neck and hold her hands.
He was hers now.
It killed me. How I was almost good enough for her, and how we almost were good enough for each other.
She was all I thought about.
Her.
Her.
Her.
"I love you, Michael." she screamed as I tickled her.
"Say it louder!" I yelled back, my hands squirming around her hips and waist.
"I love you!" she huffed, gasping for air as I stopped.
I smiled down at her. Her long hair and eyes hidden behind her glasses. Her body hidden behind her big knit sweaters and jeans.
She was so good before she met me. I ruined her.
The words kept repeating in my head, pushing past Gereon's threats.
I grabbed the gun, wrapping my fingers gently around the trigger, staring at it.
"I love you, I love you, I love you!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. "But you don't fucking love me!"
I sat in a crouch, my free hand clawing and scratching at my face as the other one shook with the gun.
"I love you so much!"
I shut my eyes tight.
Luke could've heard the loud bang, but I was already dead before he could run here.
Bang! I shot myself.
