I Know you

The Begining

Veronica Sawyer sat up in her bed wide awake as cold beads of sweat dripped down her face. It seemed like only yesterday when her former lover and partner in crime had committed suicide. Suicide if left a bad and sour taste in her mouth. He was her everything but now he was gone. Veronica shivered as she curled up terrified of the noise. Boom! The smell of smoke and roasted flesh filled her nostrils. She screamed and shook her head terrified of the image. Racing out of her bed she ran to her journal and started to write her story. Tears filled her eyes as she thought about him. Anger filled her heart as she thought about the murders they committed together.

'Dear Diary,

Of all the nights I choose to try and forget, the more often I have come to realise. I can't. I can't forget. For the life of me, I can't let Jason Dean go. Oh, Diary he killed himself and I blame myself everyday. But then I understand that he was a monster. A monster of my own making. I dreamt about him tonight and I tried multiple ways of diversifying the situation. It all came down to the same. He traded my life for his own. At this point. I think I'm the monster.'

She looked at her writing and threw the book at the window in anger. 'Don't go insane yet Sawyer. You have a book signing to do and you have that Cheer Championship for Heather to go to,' she rationalised. JD came back to her thoughts. She remembered their good times together and she smiled. "We had quite a time together," she said aloud. Veronica took the good memories of her lover and went back to the bed to sleep. Boom! Boom! She groaned and tried to ignore the the noises. She wasn't crazy. She couldn't be crazy. She sat back up again and frowned to herself. She saw someone or something in the shadows. Whimpering she grabbed for some sort of weapon or light. Cold air made the hair on her neck stand on end.

        "W-who's there?" She stammered, "I'm n-not afraid of you."

    There was no answer as she waited. The shape in the darkness stayed put and stared out into oblivion. Veronica turned on her lamp-stand and the figure was gone. This caused Veronica to stay up. She shook her head and held herself. He was gone and that was final. She tried to rationalise but the more she did it the more she believed he was gone. 'It couldn't be him. He's dead. Stop thinking about him. JD was a monster you created,' she thought and soon came to realise that. Her eyes looked up and stared at the ceiling. 

          "If you're up there JD. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," she said a tears filled her eyes. His deep blue hazel like eyes filled her mind. She slid out of bed and towards the kitchen. She put her hand on the door knob of her back door and exited the safety of her home. Her eyes saw the moon go down and the beauty as the sun went up. First there were deep purples from the morning clouds. There was a deep red orange colour where the sun was coming up upon. It was beautiful. The sun's deep orange red soon became a bright beautiful gold yellow light. The purple sky soon became a bright spontaneous blue.  She walked back into her home and looked towards her room. Inching inside, the Burnett turned on the light in her room. On her bed was the infamous black trench. She walked over to it and picked it up. She held it tightly to her chest and his scent hit her nose. A pack of cigarettes and gun powder. Her eyes watered as she held it.
    Unwilling to let it go, she grabbed her clothes and walked to the bathroom to shower. He had entered her home and left in the morning. Shaking her head she set the coat down and sighed softly to herself.  She undressed then stepped into the shower as she thought about him. If JD was truly alive, he would tell her. Wouldn't he?