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2 Little Love Birds

Psycho Loves
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A year ago today. My girlfriend was stolen from me. All the girls in our class were taken. And all of their bodies have been found. And I didn't do a damn thing to help. As I'm staring at our class photo, deep in thought, I feel a hand grab mine, and I look down to see Lysa. She's smiling at me, and I smile back. "I missed you." She mouths. My smile widens and I lean down to kiss her, long and deep. As I pull back and open my eyes, Lysa's face has transformed. Their are maggots clinging to her face, her eyes are missing, and her flesh is handing off her face. There is blood everywhere.

She smiles at me, though it seems menacing this time. My heart starts to race as she takes a step towards me, and I stumble back. She stops smiling, but continues forward. "I thought you loved me?" She asks, her voice deep and rough, not at all like my Lysa's. "Y-your not my Lysa!" I shout, grabbing a gun off my wall. Before I realize what I'm doing, I've pulled the trigger. Her face is back to normal, but she has a bullet through her heart. She gasps at it, then looks at me. "Your the reason I'm dead. You killed me. You never loved me." She murmurs before falling over. I run to her and catch her head before it hits the ground. She stares up at me as I try desperately to cover her wound. "You can't save me." She murmurs, before she lets out her last, shaking breath. "NOOOO!" I scream, a single tear trickling down my face onto hers.

"You killed my best friend."  I hear from behind me, and I turn around to see Cadence. "She trusted you, Kota. How could you do this?" She starts crying, and I snap. "Shut the FUCK UP CADENCE!" I scream, my voice cracking. "Why? Are you gonna kill me too?" She asked tantalizingly. "I know you hate me, but so much to the point of  murder?"

I jump up gasping, sweat pouring down my face. I sit up and look around... my room. I sigh with relief. "What a fucking jacked up dream..." I mutter, wiping off my leftover tears. As I climb shakily out of bed, the remnants of the dream still leaving me freaking out, I glance out the window. "God damn." I mutter, putting on some jeans and a jacket. I slide my boots on, and grab my gun. Right as I'm about to walk out doors I grab my cap.

"How the hell did you get back into the trash cans..." I mutter, watching the raccoons. BANG! I saunter over to the raccoon carcass and toss it into the trash bin. "You should really fix that fence gate." a familiar voice says from behind me. I sigh and turn around, the barrel of the gun facing the ground.

"Lucas." I greet, throwing him a friendly smile. He easily returns it as he walks towards me. "Nathan is moving." He said, and I glance up in surprise. Nathan had been our buddy since kindergarten. He lived in the giant mansion on top of the hill, and we would always go up there to play video games. He always got his way, so we could basically do anything. "Why?" I ask. Lucas casts me a sideways glance, and I suddenly remember. "Oh..." I mutter, glaring at the ground. A lot of kids from school have moved after what happened to the girls. Half the female population in the other grades moved, and even a couple of boys. And now Nathan is joining them. I guess it's only right. He was pretty jacked up after visiting Laci's funeral, and always seemed terrified of everything.

He changed. Everyone did. It fucked us up pretty bad. No one trusted anyone, and school is really empty. Lucas casts me another glance, and I realize I'm muttering. I look at him, and he averts his eyes. "Cmon dude, let's go." I murmur, striding past him towards his car. He jogs ahead of me, getting in his car and shoving a bag and towel or blanket or something under the back seat. As I climb in, I gaze under the seat curiously. It's a blanket, and there's blood on it. Behind it is a brown, unmarked bag. I watch as Lucas starts the car and take in his slightly sweaty expression. I stare forward and try to ignore it, but my brain won't shut up. It needs to, though. Oh great, I'm talking to myself in my mind. I'm probably going insane. Joy.

"What's that stuff under the seat, bro?" I ask Lucas, gesturing to the stuff under the back seat. Already, I see beads of sweat popping up on his forehead. His face is pale, and he doesn't say anything just glances at me. I look at him quizzically and he sighs. "It's nothing dude. I just scraped my arm skateboarding. Ok?" He gives me a small grin, but I can tell he's lying. I just go along with it anyways.

"Nice..." I nod at him, but suddenly remember. "Dude I brought my gun. Can I stick it in the back?" He nods, and I stick it on the back seat. We talk a bit more, but stop when a cop pulls us over. Lucas looks nervous, and his hands have a slight tremble as he cranks down the window for him. The cop asks for Lucas's I.D., and walks back to his car. He says something into his walkie talkie, and walks back to our car.

"Son, I'm gonna need you to step out of the car." He says, his eyes flickering over my gun. Lucas nods shakily, and acts as though he was going to open the door, but quickly slams it and hits the gas pedal. As we accelerate forward quickly, the cop yells something incoherent. My eyes are wide, and I stare at Lucas, dumb founded. He breathes heavily, his shirt soaked with sweat and bags under his eyes. His pasty skin making him look... dead. I hear cop sirens behind us, and Lucas drives as quickly as he can. The sirens begin to fade behind us, and we reach the school. He slows down and drives into the school as though nothing had happened. He climbs out but I grab his arm.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!" I yell, my voice having a slight tremor in it. He stares at me with no emotion, before shaking off my arm. He walks into the building, and I'm stuck sitting in the car, my breathing heavy, and my heart racing. After a few minutes, I climb out of the car. My heart rate is back to normal, but I'm angry. Why the hell did he RUN from the cops? He's gonna get put in fucking prison. I shake my head as I enter the building. It's a good thing we get here early, or I'd be late.

"As you may know, class," my teacher began. "Today is the one year anniversary of your classmates." He takes a deep breathe, his eyes watering. "And so we're taking a f-field..." he coughs, trying to cover up his stutter. "A field trip. To the grave... yard?" He stares wonderingly down at his student planner, a tiny flame of anger in his eyes. The class murmurs uneasily, and my eyes sting. Elysa. "Come on, class, your principal has the bus waiting outside." He spits the word 'principal', motioning towards the door. The class gets up silently and head towards the bus. I take the one seater in the back. I usually sit with Lucas, but I don't think it would be a very enjoyable bus trip with the way he reacted to the cop. I don't really have any other friends, since the rest of them moved, and I kinda have a lot of enemies. I'm not a very kind person. '...I know you hate me..." her voice rings in my head, and I shake my head to clear it. Instead I think of happier thoughts. I remember the way Lysa's tiny hands felt in my giant ones. I give a small smile at the memory. I am barely aware of my surroundings, but once the other boys stand up I realize we're here.

Once off the bus I immediately jog over to the area she was buried in. Her gravestone is the same as it always was, but the flowers that had been placed there were wilted or blown away. I dropped down onto my knees before the grave. "I'm sorry babe. I should've brought you something." I whisper to the grave. I feel a hand on my shoulder to see my teacher standing there.

"Let's go." He says quietly. I look behind him and see the others boarding the bus. I nod at him before brushing past. I never really liked my teacher. I hear him sigh behind me as I take my seat. I close my tired eyes.

Why did the principal make us go and see our friends graves? The hell was he thinking? I wonder. A shout at the front of the bus alerts me, and I look ahead right as the driver slams on the brakes. I go flying into the aisle, but catch myself before I hit the floor. Everyone is glued to the windows, watching whatever made us fly to a stop.

There, standing outside of the bus, is Nathan. He's breathing heavily, as though he had run a marathon. He's got black stuff all over his face, and he's pointing in the direction of the hill he lives on. The bus driver opens the door, and he approaches, a tone of urgency evident in his voice. "House... fire..." he gasps out. Lucas stands up from the front, walking down the aisle towards Nathan.

"What?" He asks, trying to understand the situation. Nathan leans on the side of the bus and catches his breathe. "My house... is on fire..." he says between short breaths. Our teacher immediately whips out his phone, and has 911 alerted in no time. "I'm gonna drop all you kids off at your own houses." The bus driver says. "Now where do y'all live?" As kids start yelling out addresses, I walk back to my seat and plop down. I've had a busy day. I feel as though I deserve a nap. As I slowly doze off, my mind wanders back to Lysa. I love you, baby girl. And then I'm taken by a sweet, comfortable darkness.