Death and Love

Part 2: The Encounter

...Three years later...

I was at school just walking through the hallways, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall from my eyes. I was eighteen and going to graduate the next day. My ex-best friend asked me to come to the field. She wanted to apologize for everything she did. I felt happiness inside of me. My life actually started to look good now. I might actually have a friend for once. I went down to meet her at the field and she wasn't there. I sat there thinking maybe this was just some cruel joke. I started to cry a little, but I heard my name being called. I turned around and my friend, Brittney was coming my way. She had something she was holding behind her back. I couldn't quite tell what it was but with the devilish grin on her face I could tell it wasn't a peace offering. She walked up to me and said "I'm sorry Layla, for everything... except for this." Then she pulled out what was behind her back. It was knife with a big huge blade. She slammed the knife right into my head. Puncturing my skull. I tried to keep my eyes open. Trying to force my brain to keep working. For me, death is not an option. I have to live for my parents. I can't leave them. I tried to focus on her face. She look satisfied. The darkness is clouding my vision. I can't hold on much longer. I mumble, trying to say something. I manage to say to my ex-friend my last dying wish. "Tell my parents I love them." My eyes roll back into my head, as I drift off into my own death.

...Present Day...

            I roam the Earth as a spirit now. Free to go where I want, to be free from bullies, from harm. It's the bullies turn to feel worthless. They can't hide from me. Now they are going to wish they treated me with respect. I bet they didn't even notice I was gone. My death probably didn't make a difference in their lives. The only people who would of cared would be my parents. I know I wanted to die but sometimes, I don't think it was worth it because, now my parents are childless and I just lost the only ones who cared for me. I would never be able to hug my parents like I use too. I can never feel their warm hugs, making me feel safe. It's all my fault. If I never wanted to die, I could've been with my family, the only ones that cared  for me. No. It's not my fault. It's the bullies fault. They led me to my death. They killed me. Now I must kill them. That's a promise that I intend to keep.

...The next day...

Before I died, I could still remember the knife. How Brittney would bring the knife down, puncturing my skull into tiny, little pieces, my blood rushing out of my head like a waterfall.

She has done so many terrible things to me. She killed me, bullied me, stole my boyfriend from me. My boyfriend Josh, the love of my life. He was my boyfriend before the bullying started. I was walking by the staircase and I caught him smacking lips with Brittney. He tried to tell me that it wasn't his fault. That she came on to him. I didn't believe him. I thought Brittney was innocent and that she would never do anything like that to me. I broke up with him. It was agonizing knowing that Josh cheated on me. He started going out with Britney after that and started to make fun of me. He left me, for the bullies that devoted their life to hating me.

I have to go kill them. I begin searching fields and fields for my victims. I knew they would be somewhere in a field because they always have romantic picnics together. It's what Josh and I used to do. The weather is pretty warm, it must be summer. I finally spotted them under a small willow kissing each other. Taking long deep kisses. It almost looked like they were biting each other's lips. They must have strong lungs because they kiss for like hours, barely stopping for air.           

"I'm glad I could watch you guys die today." I whisper to myself.

            I just was about to swoop in for the kill like an eagle on precious prey when I realize something. I'm a ghost and I can't harm them with just my hands. They won't feel pain. I don't have any weapons either. I should just come back later, I'm about to leave when I notice a glistening blade sticking out of her pocket. A knife is perfect. It's exactly what I need. Josh and Brittney could finally feel the pain I felt for years. I grabbed the knife out of her pocket without making a sound. I caress the knife in my hands. Something about this knife feels familiar. It has the same pattern design like the knife Brittney used to, wait, this is the knife that ended my life. Why does she still have it. What does she plan to do with it? She's a killer. Why was I friends with her anyway? I just said hi and introduced myself to her when she came to this school. She was shy and sensitive but after she met me, she wouldn't leave me alone. She would follow me and annoy but I didn't want to say anything rude so I just let her tag along with me. If she was annoying me then why do I feel betrayal between us? She was never really my friend. She was just tagging along so she could get more popular then she would ditch me for those ugly minded girls. That was her plan all along and after I trusted her with all my deepest secrets that meant everything to me. Now I know why I feel betrayal. Why did I trust her? Im so angry that I just want to throw the knife at them. Let them feel the pain I felt. Let me get revenge. I aim straight for Brittney's heart and let the knife fly, straight at my target. It hits directly at the center of her heart. She falls limp into Josh's lap. I can see the look of horror on his face. His girlfriend just died right in front of him, and he doesn't know why or how it happened. Brittney looks so peaceful, in her deathly state. Her wound is small but I know how deep it is. It damage her heart badly. She could almost look how Rue looked in The Hunger Games. I see Josh whip out his phone and dial 911. As he calls for the police, I fly away so no one will no I was here. I fly fast with lightning speed, so fast that I almost run into someone. If would of ran into her if she didn't scream. It's a little girl. I'm guessing she's around the age of 6. She has pigtails in her hair and is wearing a long pink dress with flowers on it. She is eating ice-cream, looking at me strangely.  At least she only screamed once. It would have been horrible for me if she was still screaming. I don't want to have to deal with a crowd.

            "Are you the girl that got killed by Britney?" She says in a little whisper.

            "Yes but how did you know Britney was the one that killed me." I say.

            "I seen her kill you." She says very scared.

            "It was scary for you, wasn't it?" I say gently.

            "Yes. I thought that if she seen me watching, she would kill me too so no one would find out. Wasn't it scary for you? You know... getting killed." She says.

            "Yeah, I guess it was, but it all happened so fast. I didn't even see the knife till she pulled it from behind her back. What's your name?" I ask.

            "Aisha." She says quietly.

            "That's a sweet name." I say sweetly.

            "I always believed ghosts were mean and harsh but I never actually seen a ghost before. You are a pretty nice ghost." Aisha says.

"It's nice to know that you are not afraid. You are a brave little girl Aisha." I say quietly.

"Thank you. Did you kill Brittney?" She says kindly.

I don't know what to say to that. I can't let her know what I did. I fly as far away as I can from her. I fly to who knows where. Hours and hours pass and I start to lose consciousness. I drift off to a sleep and start falling. It doesn't matter anyway. Nothing can hurt me since I'm dead. As I fall asleep, I let myself fall into the duck pond below me.