I didn't think that Garret actually had feelings or cared about anybody but himself. But after what he just told me, I instantly knew that I was completley wrong. That man had killed Garrets family too, but what really freaks me out is that he was exactly like me, he didn't want to leave his family. I always thought that he was ust trying to get me to leave my family, that's not what he was doing though, he was trying to protect me.
"Garret please." I whispered. "Don't take me to The Light." I was still in tears.
"Kara, I have to, I dont' want you going through what I went through. Even though I don't remember my family, I still remember what it was like to watch them die-because of me."
We didn't say anything else, we just drived, it was then that I realised that part of the reason I didn't want to go to The Light was because I didn't want anyone else to have this happen to them. I needed to stop this man but Up Here that was nearly impossible, we couldn't kill each other. Yes, there were few that could kill Down There, but those people are very hard to find. Indead that man at my house-he was one of them.
He reminded me of the man who lived across the street from me, he was particulary odd. I think his name was David Peterson, I heard my mother say it once the Halloween that my older brother egged his house. That was one of the few times I had ever seen my mom yell at me or my brother, she was always very kind. This memory made me cry even harder than I already was.
"Kara please stop crying." he ran his hand through his dark hair. "You will feel better when you forget. Trust me its easier when its all over."
"Garret! Its not just that I don't want to forget!" I was yelling at him but I didn't care. "That man back there is killing people families if theey don't go to The Light. We have to stop him."
"He can't be stopped!" he slammed on the brakes and through his head into his hands. "Do you really think I would just let him do this? I already tried to stop him, its not possible." Garret began to cry.
"Garret I-"
"Don't apologize, it's not your fault." he started to drive again, but he continued to cry.
Garret was very similar to my best friend Smitty, his real name was Smith but he thought it was much to formal so he told everyone to call him "Smitty". Smitty was always easy going but there were few things that could break him, and when he broke, it was almost impossible to put him back together. The thing that broke my heart was that he tried to hide it from everyone, even me, but that didn't work to well for him. I was the only one he could talk to.
For about a month after I died, Smitty was shattered, I wasn't there to pick up his pieces. Smitty then started to act weird, he seemed overly happy, he was helping out around the house a lot more, he was going to a bunch of parties. Then one night after a party he went into his room, placed a peice of paper on his desk beside his notebooks. He turned to his closet and pulled out a bottle of pills, consumed them alll one by one, then he just layed down on his bed and went to sleep. He never woke up, and I never saw him Up Here, I searched for almost a year, but I never found him.
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AUTHORS NOTE:
Sorry it took a while to update :/
How do you guys like it? I am thinking about changing the title im not sure to what though.
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~Jojo
