Written on September 24th 2013.
It was a crisp October night, children were out dressed as creatures they think only exist in the movies or their dreams but have yet to realize that they are just as real them. Mostly because they are them, the real creatures in this world aren't vampires or werewolves but humans themselves with their twisted minds. The meanest monsters in this world are the ones without a mask. I would know because one of those monsters, those darkened, soulless people. the ones with no emotions or regard to other people, had been my murderer.
At the age of fourteen your not the smartest. You're young and naive and very easy to break. At this age your caught up in drama and lies, it's pretty much a tangled mess. Your just starting to figure things out, learning who to and not to trust, who to and not to date but mistakes are still made and hearts are still broken. Bradly Evens, now there's a looker. Quarterback honor roll student and one of the hottest specimen around. That's who my sights had been set on since I saw him that day in drama. He was laughing with his friends, his head slightly thrown back, crystal blue eyes sparkling and his dimples widely showing. I wanted him, unfortunately so did my best friend since the third grade Jemma McCarthey. We fought over him all the time, our perfectly braided friendship was growing thinner day by day and finally came the day where it broke. It was the day Bradly asked me to Scotty's Halloween bash. Jemma was furious when she found out. "Samantha McScott you will regret this until the day you die!" she yelled as she slammed my locker shut and stormed right out of the school. That would be the last time I'd talk to Jemma.
Two days later and no one has saw Jemma since her breakdown. It was Halloween and I had the party with Bradly but as excited as I was to go with him, I didn't really want to go. With Jemma's disappearance I felt I shouldn't go, I knew she hated me and I knew I was supposed to be mad at her but 6 years of sleepover, gossiping and fangirling wasn't going to fade so easily. I didn't want to be mad at her, a guy wasn't worth it no matter how perfect he may be, I knew I needed Jemma. So, I skipped Scotty's party and my chance with Bradly and went looking for Jemma. I scoured the streets and the places I'd known Jemma used to hide in but no such luck. Before I went home I checked one final place. It was the place we met, it was by an old tree behind the elementary school. Surrounded by forest and benches, we loved this place and when I got their I knew I wasn't alone. I couldn't wait to make new things Right fix things, get my life back. Who knew going their would be the end of mine?
While I was looking for Jemma someone was looking for me, but not with open arms of friendship.. this person.. this person brought a gun.
I was confused, heart broken, and dead. I laid on the cold, leaf invested ground with regret. Not that I regret going their to die, but regret with trusting the one who killed me. The first shot made me fall and blurred my vision and the second struck me dead. Just as I was about to drift into my new home I saw what a true monster looked like, those warming blue eyes were now black with rage and those dimples were there in an evil, satisfied smirk he wore to well. Bradly Evens had been my killer.
It was a crisp October night when I learned what death truly looked like. A face of an angel but a soul like a beast. Jemma as lucky for not winning him, I feel I got lucky for saving Jemma.
