Keeping The Promise

Chapter One

Zoelle's Pov

I was walking home from the terrible thing people call 'School'. I was always bullied, Cassidy Swinger, My biggest bully, She made my life a living hell, And is still continuing to make it a living hell. No friends to comfort me when I'm down and depressed, My parents don't care. Nobody cares.

May sound deep, But its just my life I never had the perfect cliche life. My life will never be perfect not even the slightest bit. While walking I was pushed into the road,I didn't cry out in pain, I never gave them the satisfaction of my pain. Just then a car screeching noise could be heard, I looked to my left and saw a car coming, Same lane as me, You could tell the person was speeding, And drunk. I started having a panic attack, Deep breathes, Deep breathes, I told myself, Fear rising up in me, I tried to scatter away, Though from my leg being injured from the impact of hitting the ground I couldn't. "P-Please h-help m-me." I begged pathetically. They had the same fear as me, Shane, My second biggest bully, Walked to help me he reached out his hand. I reached out to grab it.

That was when I was hit. Cries and screams were heard in the air, As I flung into another car hitting my back on another person's car. A loud crack filled the air. The car screeched to a stop wanting to know what that crack and what had hit the back of their car. I could feel my throat getting tight. My life's coming to an end. I thought.

Sirens... the siren noises ringing in my ear... my breath hitched.. I felt numb and tired... My back pressed against the bumper.. I was going to die.. The words ringing in my head... I heard screams.. but I was the one making them, the screams were gone... My throat to tight to even make a sign of weakness.. My eyes drooped closed, and I felt my soul leave my lifeless body.

Shane's POV

I always liked Zoelle, In fact I loved the women. The only reason I ever bullied her was because I was pressured into it. Now I'm the one being avoided at school, Being bullied. Everybody whispering of how much a monster I was. But the thing is I'm not the one who pushed her it was Cassidy.

On the first day when we first started bullying Zoelle swore to make our lives a living hell, Which was what I feared she would do, But now? She's dead. All my friends left me. Heck, Even my family stopped talking to me. My girlfriend left me saying and I quote on quote "I can't date a monster, Goodbye Shane hope you feel guilty for what you've done because you should be." Is what she said.

The black curtains were closed in my room, My floor had papers everywhere all of the papers saying F's. What I also really liked about Zoelle is that, She was really smart and intelligent. I forced out a laugh that day her self harm scars showed. I actually felt really guilty, And I knew everyone else did to, They did the same thing as me. Just forced out the laugh, When really they were choking on a sob.

I walked to the bathroom. I looked at the bloody knife on my sink, Still dripping with blood, Also stained with blood from the previous night. I turned back behind me and locked my bathroom door. Then I turned back around and gazed at the bloody knife before me, Wanting the pain to end. I grabbed the knife and pulled up my black sleeve showing all the freshly cut scars from the nights before. A knock was heard at the door, I ignored it and slowly started sliding the knife across my skin. Biting my lip from letting out an-ear curtailing scream. I heard books sliding off my shelf in my bedroom. What the hell? I thought. I gazed back at my wrist and then the knife. I put the knife down and slid down my sleeve I slowly unlocked my door and peaked out. Nothing was there, Nothing was said, Nothing was heard. It was just complete silence, Not the kind of silence you would enjoy either. Its the terrifying silence that would always happen before someone gets killed in a horror movie, Of course the silence always breaks when the killer decides to brutally stab the poor boy or girl thirty times in a room in the same spot. I

Am I going to get killed by a killer tonight? I thought loudly. "No, Shane." I snapped my heads towards a ghostly figure, She had black raven hair, Pale skin and blood was covering her. She looked exactly lik- Zoelle. "Who else would it be?" She asked smirking. "I-I t-t-t-thought y-y-y-you w-w-w-w-were d-d-d-d-d-d-d-dead." I stuttered out.

She was pondering for a few seconds debating on what to say. Finally she parted her lips to say something. "I indeed am dead, But." Zoelle stopped for a minute. "But, What?" I questioned. "All ghosts have unfinished business." She said smiling sadistically. What was she planning? Was all that I thought of that night.