All The Afflicted

The End Of My Old Life

I grab his arm and tug on it, he glares at me and sharply says "what."

"Oh, you're gonna be all rude now?" I look up at him with puppy dog eyes

He glances at me with a sad look. "Sorry" he says meaningful.

"It's alright. I was wondering where you are taking me..." My voice cracked like I was tearing up. He looks down at me faster than anything to see if I was crying.

I pretend to wipe tears and I nudge him "I'm not crying" I say, he cocks his head. "Don't hide that you care."

He laughs.

"Maybe...and I can't tell you." I look up at him.

"Tell me what?" I say, confused "tell you where we're going. sorry"

"Oh." I mumble a little upset...and surprised he heard me because he looks down with apologetic eyes.

"Okay okay, so tell me what you are now." I tell him forcefully. He looks down at me

"Maybe" he says with a sly smirk.

"What do you mean?" He's starting to frustrate me.

He looks down again and laughs softly. "Well...I want something in return."

I raise my eyebrow at him.

"Tell me how you killed those people."

Was is he talking about?

"Who?" I ask shyly

"The people at that park.."

My heart jumps in anger and fear. How does he know about that?

"I didn't kill them" I snap.

"Yes you did." He says firmly.

*flashback*

I watched her slip out of my arms and on to the cold hard concrete.

I screamed so loud that something strange happened.

The people beside me fell to the ground and the people farther away clutched there throats and started gasping.

What am I doing?

I continue to scream, tears rushing down my face like a shower.

She can't leave me like this.

Not like this.

I embrace her body and cry.

When I look around, done screaming,

Everybody...Is. On. The. Ground.

Blood rushing out of there ears and hands on there throats.

Did I do this?

They are limp but not dead.

Some closer to me probably won't live. I killed them.

So, I left.

*end of flashback*

I start to cry softly as I hear him speak.

"Who was she?" he asks.

"My best friend..my only friend. The only girl who ever stuck by my side after she found out how big of a freak I am."

I sigh and keep talking "Emily. Her name was Emily"

I look at the ground and mentally slap myself for telling him so much stuff about me.

"Oh"

he just simply says.

It all started when Emily and i took a walk, okay. Our neighborhood is evil. Literally, it's what put hate in my blood. The thought of my neighborhood makes me shiver. She'd do anything for me. She never gave up on anything and she was so independent. No one else could beat her at being perfect. I loved her. Anyways, back to what I was saying. Me and her were taking a walk and this guy..he was drunk and..that's not a good thing around my neighborhood. He told us he was gonna kill us and bash our skulls in.