113 Eddie: Its better this way.

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The rain was pounding against my back as I rode back to school. After the two weeks I had spent with my mother and siblings , I had departures for school and was now on the road, listening to the rhythmic pounding of the horse's hooves against the wet ground. Strapped to my back was the new gun I had got . I was as ready for the final battle as I'd ever be. Despite the ever looming air of what I knew I had to do, my thoughts only drifted to one thing.

Her.

Izzy had invaded every nook and cranny of my brain. I couldn't stop thinking about how beautiful she was. The way her eyes sparkled and her voice, that voice of hers. Her now red hair made her eyes stand out and she was just so beautiful. Gods damn I love that girl I thought.
It was true , too. I never had stopped loving her. I had loved her since the first time I saw her, I hadn't known it yet but I did love her. She was amazing. My hand tightened against the rain.

She doesn't love you anymore

The realization had always been there, I had known . I had known the day I had left, the day I had messed up everything. I knew. I put my thoughts aside , as I arrived at the school. I slipped off the horse and led her to the stables. Then I walked back to the Ianite dorm.

I had come back in time to attend the Ball that dianite had hosted for the soldiers of the 3/1 and the students if the Institution. Though, I didn't want to go, one of the band members, a corporal, had knocked on the door and asked me if I could sit in with the band as a bass guitar player, I said sure .

I laid down on my bed and put my head in my hands. My thoughts started to drift towards Izzy again. I opened my bag and saw my old helmet from Dagrun. I remembered that it wasn't that old and neither was I, I was only 19. My birthday had passed, the day before I had died. The helmet was deep violet with white bold print letters on the front that spelled out ILC . I looked inside it and I saw Izzy's smiling face looking right back up at me.

Suddenly one tear fell, and then another. Before I knew it I was bawling like a goddamn baby , luckily I got that shit under control before anyone saw. I threw the helmet back in the bag and walked to the closet.
It was time for the dance. I started to put my Fancy Dress uniform on when Greg walked in, he also started to change for the ball. I tried pretty hard not to look at him, as to not get the urge to bite off his head. I finished putting on my uniform and walked out , holding my bass guitar.

The ball was going to be held in the purge education hall, all the dummies and training things had been cleared away and replaced with a dance floor and stage. I set up my bass on stage and waited while everyone filed in , we started to play. After a while we got word to play a slower song. Izzy walked in with Greg.
The band and I began to play the slow song. I watched painfully as Izzy and Greg slow danced, big ol smiles on their faces. I couldn't take it much really. I kept playing though, see you just gotta keep playing sometimes. Even if you know you are going go lose, you just gotta keep playing.

Thats what I did, I just kept playing.
Even though I was dying soon, even though my heart was broken, even though I wanted to bawl like a baby at that moment because I had seen too much to be a damn kid yet I still was only a damn kid at heart. I couldn't much handle anything anymore, but i just kept playing. It was as if my fingers were moving on their own, while my heart was beating a different rhythm. I sat there and watched as the only person I had loved and still loved danced away with someone else. I watched with a broken soul , as everyone had smiles , big ol smiles, despite the fact that half the people in the room would die by tomorrow night. I packed up my things and went back to my room. Greg was lying on his bed , a big ol smile on his face. My sadness turned to anger, my anger into despair. I couldn't do a damn thing no matter how much I wanted to, Izzy liked him now, not me. I put my stuff in my closet and flopped into my bed. I heard Greg give a little giggle from his side of the room. My heart sank, I picked up my helmet and stared at the picture of Izzy and thought about how we had began. Without warning I threw the helmet across the room, causing a large clank.

"The heck was that for!?" Greg said.

"Nothing ,Face nothing that concerns you" I growled back.

"Okay Jeez , what's your problem with me anyway, the last time you snapped because I said me and Izzy were just friends." He said.

"Uh, no. Last Time you taunted me about how Izzy was yours" I said.

"No that's not at all what happened." He said. Suddenly I remembered two weeks ago and realized he hadn't actually been a dick. I almost felt bad for almost killing him then, but then I remembered that he was Mr.Stealyogirl and all regret sank back into its little hole.

"Just fuck off face, its bad enough you waltz in here and take away the one thing I care about, now your questioning my helmet throwing antics, jeez just can't catch a break with you can I" I said .

"Look Man, about Izzy. She still cares about you, she was really hurt whenever you left her. Now she's trying to build herself back up , I just happened to meet her, and I like her, a lot. Same as you. " he said.

"Izzy hates me now, there is no caring involved whatsoever so cut the crap. She's into you now, simple as that Izzy and Greg got together while Eddie was alone and then he died. The end. Closes things up pretty nicely doesn't it" I said , staring at the ceiling.

"That isn't true.." Greg began.

"Isn't it? " I Interrupted, " look you have won, Izzy's yours . just keep her safe, alright face . ".

Besides

With that has to happen

Its better this way.

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