I Fell In Love With A Dead Boy

Parties aren't my thing

It's the morning already? The warm sunlight shines wakes me up as I managed to climb off my bed. I inhaled the strong scent of roses from the burnt out candle on my counter top. With every step I took, the wooden floor creaks beneath.

Creak. Creak. Creak. Creak.

I take a shower. Get dressed. Applied some eyeliner. I stood in front of the antique mirror that reflects from head-to-toe. My midnight-raven hair glimmered from the sunlight, my bangs were swept to the sides with loose curls ending beneath my breasts. I adored the colors of my eyes, amber. I am lean with no curves. I was wearing a sequoia- knitted sweater and black leggings, along with my heirloom of an old sapphire-stoned ring and a pair of old beated up converse. Outfit of the day, checked.

I grabbed my belongings and shoved it in my backpack. I hurried down the stairs and was out the door. I'm walking straight to hell now.

I arrived at school approximately at 7:40, I was standing in front of my locker. Looking tired and dull. I crinkled my brow and a pair of hands covered my eyes. I smiled.

"Good morning Ms. Edna, you look lovely today," the voice whispered.

"Quit it, you creep." I said laughing as I turned around to see my best friend, and swatted him away with my hands.

This is my best friend, Craig Murray. Supposedly, that one kid that is well-known and super incredibly funny and smart. He's tall, has smooth walnut-brown hair, dimples on his cheeks. The handsome boy that all girls wanna drool on. It's to the point that girls give me an annoyed look and seem to hold a grudge against me for being so close with a "hottie".

Ah, what the hell. I don't care. If they learned how to not be so self-absorbent and fake, maybe they would have some decent guy friends.

I walked down the hall with Craig to literature class. He waved goodbye at the door and entered the classroom, I slumped in the back corner desk by the window. I wasn't paying attention and I rested my head on the table, and I picked up a pencil and paper; writing away. Few minutes later, I wrote a little poem that came to mind.

You're gone, but the traces of you surround me

Every memory is a broken, fragile fragment

I don't have recollection of your passionate love

And if I were, may the forbidden clouds rain on me

With the trail of rose scent filling the air,

I know you are here

All I need is you to come back into my life

Possess my soul and cleanse me from my sins

And I'll remain forever yours darling

I stop to rub my temples a bit, I have a headache. It felt weird. this poem gives me the chills. I lay my head on the cold, wooden desk and I stare at the wall. My eyes goes hazy and I fell asleep. Everything passed by so fast, and I fell into an eternal sleep.

I felt hands on me, it was cold. But else something surprised me.. The scent of roses filled the air and I inhaled the sweet aroma. Smelled just like my candle at home. One eyelid slowly opened and there's a guy standing there looking right at me.

Was he watching me sleep or something?

The guy didn't look that much older than me, he had black, choppy hair that barely covered his eyes. and oh.. His beautiful emerald eyes gleamed like jewels. He was slim and tall, skin so pale like he was a vampire. But of course they aren't real.

"Edna! Get to your next class or I'll write you a slip!" as the teacher yelled abruptly.

I looked at the clock. I have 2 minutes to get to my next class. Crap. I looked around and I was the only one in the class. I hurriedly picked up my bag and walked out the classroom, never to take a glance back at the boy.