R.I.P 2 My Youth || C.G

•Chapter Three•

"I've been there." I told him.

"Where? Terminus?" He asked shocked. Probably because he had a horrible experience there too.

"Yeah. I lost a friend there."

"Who?" He asked with a lot of curiosity.

"His name was Tyler."

"We're you two a, umm thing?" He asked.

I started laughing. "No. Oh my god no. That would make no sense."

"Why would it make no sense?"

"Because he likes guys. And he'd probably like you." I giggle.

"Oh. Well then." He said then looked down.

We were quiet for a while, "They probably ate him."

"Don't think like that." He said as he sat beside me against the wall.

"I can't help it. That's how the worlds become Carl. It sucks but it's practically the end of the world."

"Yeah but we are fine here. We are all fine."

"Fine isn't good enough. We are all going to die and turn."

"I know that but-"

"Promise me something."

"Anything."

"Promise me if I'm dying and Leah is still alive, let her kill me before I turn. If she's not there; you kill me."

"I promise."

"Thanks Carl." I say leaning my head on his shoulder.

"You don't have to thank me Angel."

"No, I do. Because the day I put that gun to my head I thought I had nothing to live for. Now I know I do. So that day won't come for a while."

*FlashBack*

We were in an empty house in the middle of probably Pennsylvania. It was a regular house in a regular neighborhood with a broken girl and her best friend inside. That broken girl is me; the analyzer.

I watched everything. I planned everything to perfection. But I let them die! It's all my fault! I should have done something. Why couldn't I've analyzed the situation better? Why didn't go back? We should never have stopped there! I killed them.

"I'm going to go to the bathroom." I told Leah. She just nodded. She's going to hate me for this. She'll kill me in heaven for it; if there even is one.

I walk up the stairs to the bathroom. I close the door shut behind me and lock it. I look at myself. I'm much skinnier. My bright green eyes are dull; lifeless. My lips are cracked. My black hair makes me look like I haven't showered in decades.

I take he pistol that my mom gave me from my the back of my pants and stare at it. It was black but it had AM on it. It meant Amelia Middleton. Her name. Every time I heard it my heart would break in two. AM could also mean me; Angela Middleton.