Let Go

Hey so this is a co-write with my friend @ILoveDesteryMoore :) give her love cuz she is awesome. 

*Three Years Ago*

She looked at me a large smile plastered on her face.  Two years of dating.  We were in the backseat of her dad's car and he was taking us to their big lake house for the weekend.  It took till we were in ninth grade (this year) to have him finally be okay with us. Claira smiled and babbled on some more about what we are going to do, "Swimming, archery, oh hide and go seek, and hiking, and..." She seemed to have a never ending list of all the things we could do. 

I didn't have a problem with that since, well i think i love her.  Her smile, her hair, her smell, HER!  She was sweet with her silky auburn hair going down to the middle of her back, and round brown eyes.  She could make you smile in the worst of times.  She loved everyone, and everything. 

So why me?  I'm pale, long black hair.  Hates almost everything, except her.  She was the reason i stopped cutting.  She hated it when i did that, but she loved me.  She reminded me of that every hour.  And of course i love her back.

The sun was setting, making her bouncy red curls have a golden hint to them.  I looked into her eyes when a sudden harsh yellow light crowded my vision. 

I was jerk to the side, my head crashed into the window and my vision turned red to black.  Everything was gone, except her screams. 

*Weeks later*

~Claira's POV~

A white light clouded my vision, I blinked a couple of times.  It was tough dealing with how much brighter everything is when your a ghost.  I turned over in my bed, I had taken residence in a small unoccupied apartment across the street from Razor's house.  I missed him so much and i hate that he went back to cutting.  I saw him crying over my body and i knew i was dead. 

Also the book laying on my stumach when i woke up was a hint.  The title read 'How to be Dead for Dummies'.  I laughed at God's cruel joke.  It talked about how if i wanted my wings i had to complete my mission. 

I think my mission has something to do with Razor.  I don't know why i know but it's a feeling. 

I looked over to the small clock i had gotton myself and the blinking numbers said 9:30.  I sighed, can't be late for my funeral.  I walked out still in the pink bikini and green cover up from the 'accident' and stretched my arms over my head.  I took a deep breath, nothing new, still can't smell anything.

I walked down the sidewalks, not even bothering getting out of the way for other people.  I just pass through them, why should i care?  Ugh, being dead can make people's manners dissapear.

I got to the old brick funeral home and walked over to the cemetary.  My mother decided to hold it outside since i always liked going outside. I walked over to the open casket, peering into it.  I was dressed in a tight fitting long white dress.  My hair was in curls around my face, my makeup was done how i normally looked.  Minus the scrathes, gashes, bruises, and bumps, i appaered to look as though i was just merely sleeping...in a casket.  I sat on the grass facing the people standing and sitting around.  I perked up when i saw a sullen Razor.  I always though he looked great in a tux.  His long black hair was in his dark eyes and his lips were in a non expressional look.  He held a single pink rose in his hands and he twirled it around.

While the old man spoke i thought back to the gigantic book for the dead.  It had everything in it.  Powers, missions, Heaven, Hell, and deadly promises.  Like making a swear sealed with blood is the most serious promise in the world. 

I was brought back from my thoughts when i felt something move through me.  It was my mother and father.  They said a prayer and dropped their roses in.  Next my brother, then aunts, uncles, grandparents, everyone.  After their prayers everyone filed out and left.  I figured everyone left when i felt one more body pass through me.  I stood up and walked alongside Razor to my corpse. 

He was looking straight ahead, the rose still twirling in his fingers.  He got to the casket and he leaned in, "Claira, I love you and only you.  I will never love anyone more then you.  I will never forget you.  I will never love anyone."  He promised and dropped in the flower. 

That rose had one forgotten thorn and as it left his fingertips it ripped into his skin collecting his blood.

A promise in blood cannot be broken. 

The book said i would know when my mission was in place.

I found my mission.

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Hey guys this is my first story on here well on my own account and i like the concept.  :P  tell me what you think:)