"That day the sky was deceptively clear and beautiful. Most would have told you nothing bad could happen on such a perfect day much less something this tragic.
Like a cheesy author I guess I should 'start at the beginning' or at least state the facts. I guess I should probably start with me. I 5'6 and your average stereotypical androgynous looking emo kid. The only different thing about me is probably my writing. No I don't write death poems I write horror stories. Not to much of a deference but whatever. I've got a box in the back of my closet full of bulging spiral note books and strange home bound books. That's what started all this.
My mom was on a cleaning kick and had been telling me to clean my closet for a while but I hadn't so she decided to do it herself. So when she saw a box labeled 'Dolls' she probably thought that my little cousin would like some dolls and I would appreciate some more closet space. Sadly for all parties the box did not in fact have dolls but instead contained all of my notebooks. She read a few of my stories and was appalled at them. More the content than my writing I believe, but either way she sent me to a shrink. That's where I met The Boy Named Disaster.
On the first visit to the crazy doctor I saw him sitting sullenly in the waiting room. Honestly the waiting room itself was bad there weren't any crazy people yelling at the walls it was a lot the the regular doctors waiting room. So there I was sitting silently across the room from my mom and the box being bored out of my mind. It seemed like an eternity till they called us back just to say that they wanted to ask my mom some questions alone. It was during that second eternity that a boy dressed in all black with two arms worth of rubber bracelets asked me why I was there. We started talking and soon we where hanging out all the time. Thought I guess that in hind sight making friends in a shrinks office might not have been the best plan, but he was interesting so I didn't mind his oddness. I really just thought he was talking shit like the kids at school when he told me how the world would end. Or 'at least for him' he had said. I swear I didn't think anything he was saying was serious, but he was seeing a phycologist for a reason. The Boy Named Disaster was a mess I just didn't know it yet.
Soon we were hanging out every day. I got over the fact that he was a little odd because what kid wasn't? By the end of the second month of our 'friendship ' neither of us ever left my room. I bet you want to know why our parents weren't worried. I do to, but they all where ecstatic because we had a friend. Even after the first trip to the emergency room they where still elated. I can't say anything because even siting in that pool of my own blood I couldn't see anything wrong with The Boy Named Disaster.
The night after I got home from the first of many visits to the hospital he came through my window and said "You ready ,man, it's right around the corner." That was the last night I would have been able to turn back. Even thought that might have sounded like a question when I said it, it wasn't. The the Boy Named Disaster didn't have to ask, he was mesmerizing and he knew that. If he 'ask' you did. I would die for him. Kill for him too, I guess.
I think maybe the reason I followed so blindly was because he understood. He might have been stark raving mad, but he understood and that was enough. That's all I needed. That's all any kid needs.
The reason I couldn't turn back even if I thought of it was that we killed or as he said repossessed Mary Addler. I wasn't the one to stop her breathing but by time that happened I was drenched in her blood. No it wasn't wild dogs that killed her. Yeah, the Boy Named Disaster and I killed her. That's just how far a kid will go to feel understood. I'm not making excuses for it, i killed people that's a fact, but you need to know why I did it.
After her the Boy Named Disaster and I repossessed Andrian Black, Dalihia Mark, Even Dexter, Maya Turner and a ton of kid whose names I'm sad to sad I've forgotten before he quit taking names. I didn't care much. I was curious why he changed his plan but I didn't care. It didn't even make me question him. I still would follow him off the cliff.
At least once a week sometimes every night we repossessed anyone the Boy Named Disaster said. I don't know how or why he picked them, honestly I don't care, but once he did they where dead. I think there was a certain number he was after but I don't know for sure much less how many.
When he told me about his plans for Library Day I told him it was genius. I was speaking honestly. He said that would be enough thought and that really upset me. Not the being through repossessing the fact he wouldn't need me anymore. The whole town was there when we set it on fire. We killed 352 people and sent twice as many to the hospital.
After the fire started the Boy Named Disaster was ecstatic but as it grew started screaming about reapers and the deal being done before throwing himself into the fire. I wish I could say that broke the trance he had me in. I just had got the courage built up but then I heard sirens and ran. I'm a god danm coward." The video I was watching said right before the girl onscreen put a bullet through her head.
"Jake how can you watch that?!" My sister said in disgust.
"It's beautiful."
