It's funny, how us, human beings, take life for granted. We spend our whole lives trying to be someone, and make the world remember us when we die, only to slowly be forgotten as the generations pass. But, what do I know? I never really got to do anything with my life. Never had the chance to go to prom, never got to get my drivers license. Now I can't do anything, I have to watch everyone. They can't see me trying to reach out to them, can't hear me screaming for their names. I just wish I would've had the chance to say goodbye to everyone, just let them know, it's ok.
It was the day before Halloween, when it happened. Alice, my best friend, and I decided to throw a little get together for the two of us. I was so excited, so filled with joy. There would be no other kids to annoy us, my mom wouldn't be there to nag me about eating too much candy, it was perfect. School seemed to go on for years, even though I hardly paid attention. Classes were a blur, I was too excited about getting to do something that didn't involve my family.
Once school was finally over after what seemed like a century, me and my mom headed for the store to buy stuff for the party. When we got to the register, I was a bit embarrassed, all we got was junk food. But Halloween was tomorrow! Everyone is was going to pig out on candy anyways! I'll never know how tomorrow went, things turned out different for me.
Alice greeted me with a hug when I arrived. You could already tell she was ready to celebrate. Her whole yard was full of fake gravestones, and ghost hanging from the trees. Inside was even more decorated, the smell of candy corn lingered all through the house. That party was the best, and last night of my life. Together, me and Alice played a whole bunch of games. Dunking for apples, pin the nose on the pumpkin, Halloween monopoly, I didn't want the day to end. But sadly, my mother wanted me home that night so I had to go. Conveniently, my house was in walking distance, so when I noticed it was getting late I said goodbye and thanked them for having me. It was quiet, walking down the sidewalk. The houses along the streets, slept in the shadows, preparing for the kids that would later step on their porches asking for candy. My footsteps seemed to echo through the night. The only sound, was the faint click clack of my boots. Click, clack, click, clack.
I stopped.
In front of me, was someone, wearing a clown suit and mask. It stood there, head tilted, staring right at me. Holding it's big butcher knife in it's hand, as it slowly, ever so slowly, started to walk towards me. Everything, my whole body, stood there, frozen. I tried to move, nothing worked. Move, move! Someone, someone had to be around. My eyes darted left to right trying to find someone, anyone, but no, no one was around, everything, was darkness. I tried to scream, nothing came out.
He grabbed me by the neck and plunged the knife into my side. I could see his eyes through the mask. He stared right at my face, with this glint in his eyes. His beady, cold blooded eyes was the last thing I saw, ever. I would have to die, looking straight at the person who was going to kill me. He, it, stabbed me over, and over, and over again. All around my stomach, in my neck, he just kept stabbing me. I could feel my insides slowly start to fall I could hear the plop, as one of my organs fell to the ground. Blood ran down my arm and legs and soaked all my clothes as he jabbed the knife deeper and deeper into my flesh. Everything was numb by then, everything was red. I could feel my consciousness, slowly fading. I didn't want to stare at him, I shut my eyes, the stab, stab, stab slowly grew fainter, but it never stopped. That's all I remember.
So, now you know how I died. Even though my life was cut short I'm not mad, at least, not anymore. I've come to realize that there's no point in believing that there's still a chance. Everyone will eventually start to heal. And little by little, as time goes, everyone will start to forget that I lived once, that I had dreams of my own. Sometimes I wonder, why me? Why was I the one to be killed? But, there's no point, I'm dead, and there's nothing anyone can do about it. I still hear is that faint stabbing sound once in awhile.
And I still see red.
