The Uninvited Guest

Chapter Two

"So, what happened after I died?" I am genuinely curious.

"Well. A lot. First, there was a shooting at our old high school." That's where I know him from. "Only one boy died. I don't remember his name though. His last words were 'I'll get my revenge'. There has been several mysterious deaths since then. It never really fazed anyone, but, I feel it has something to do with him." He sounds a little scared at that last part. I would be too.

"Second," he continues. "The school shut down due to unknown matters. And lastly, another plane disappeared."

So much has happened since I- well, you know. The world has changed so much. For better, for worse. I wonder how everyone reacted after I left. My friends, my relatives, everyone I knew. Did they feel sad? Happy?

Something he said catches my attention.

"Shooting? Maybe I knew him. Where's your computer? I wanna search-" I stop mid-sentence. I forgot I go through everything I touch. "Er. Can you search it up for me? I want to know if I know the boy who died."

"Sure, I guess." He walks over to the computer across the room as I realize something. I don't know his name.

"What's your name?"

"Gabriel Brown. But you can call me Gabe." I recognize that name.

"Weren't you the big athlete in high school?" He smirks at that. "What?"

"So, you do remember me." I laugh a little at that.

He finishes typing in the web address. The next thing that shows up is shocking. The boy who died is -was- my boyfriend.

I gasp aloud.

The article read:

18 year old Jarrod McCleash, shot at Riverwood High, on Wednesday, April 17 and 1:47 pm.

I can't read anymore.

"Do you know him?" I manage to speak.

"Yeah. He was my boyfriend before the accident." I feel that if I were still alive, tears would start to well in my eyes. But, I dont think that is possible anymore.

"Those mysterious attacts. They can't be him. He was never that kind of person. There must be another explaination."

"Those were just my thoughts. I guess I was wrong." He sounds sincere when he says that. Well, almost sincere. Still some doubt in his tone.

I'm angry. Angry I'm not with my parents. Angry with Gabe for thinking Jarrod is a murderer. And angry for the guy who killed him.

I want to break something. Anything. But, I cannot. I try anyway, and Gabe lets me try. I sink to my knees and put my hands over my face. Why can't I leave this world? I want too. I really want too. I just don't know how.

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