Would you DIE for him?{Watty Awards 2012}

Her Story

“hobo!”,she exclaimed, then doubled over in laughter,clearing amused. “What?”, I stared at her quizzically. “Just kidding you!”,she laughed, as if this was all fun and games, or a pivate joke. "Well, anyways, you will have to give up life.", her voice becoming slowly more serious. “Like…”, I clung to her next words. “A vampire.”, she stared straight at me, then broke out into a smile. “W..”, I was puzzled. One second she was serious, the next she was bubbling over with excitement. I let the information sink in. “So, I’ll just…die?”, I said meekly, wondering if it would hurt… “Yup.”, she said casually. “Just die though. No pain.”,she flashed me a smile. “So are you going to do it?” I thought, balancing the pros and cons of ‘dying’. “I suppose yeah…but”, I trailed off. She cut me off, “Ok, so well, I’m not like a genius or anything but, like, your going to go some place in time, I’m not sure, but most likely back in time, and you’re going to try to save Sam there from something bad. If you save him there, he and you will come back alive in this world; if you or Sam die in that world, you die in the present world as well.”, she informed me, coming closer. Uncomfortable, I backed up. “Wait, how do you know so much?”, I asked facing her now. She opened her mouth, as to answer, then closed it and sighed heavily. “I…I was just like you…except a little different…”, she began.

“I had a best friend. Her name was Jackie. She was absolutely perfect in every way. She had the looks, the boys, the popularity, the money, and the smarts. She chose me to be her best friend though. For a reason I’ll never know. She was always so optimistic and nothing could bring her down. When we were Freshman’s, over the summer into our Sophomore year, she went on a trip to Africa for about 3 weeks. But somehow, she never got that Malaria shot; she got so sick. I visited her almost every day, hoping that she would get better, and maybe even before my fifteenth birthday. Every time I visited her though, I felt like a part of me broke off. She was so frail and different from the high-spirited Jackie I knew. The Jackie that was so full of life.”, the ghost girl’s eyes closed, as if envisioning her dear friend. She was silent, until I saw a small tear slide down her pale cheek. “But she never got better. That sickness got the best of her and she just…”, her voice cracked. “Died…”, she was crying now, streams of tears falling down her face. The next part came out in a huff, “And she died because I’m stupid and SELFISH!”, she screamed at herself, slamming her fist on the granite sink. I walked slowly over to her, and attempted at comforting her. “Stop! I deserve it!”, she shook me off, and turned her back to me. “I said no.”, she buried her face in her hands. “I was too selfish. I said no. I thought there was more for me.So, are you going to do it?”, she sniffled, and looked at me, her eyes watery and tinted red from sobbing. I wanted to ask so many more questions, ask her what I was getting myself into, what was really happening. I guess now was not the time. The girl was waiting for an answer. I took in a deep breath and said, “Yes.”