Sacred Deductions

Chapter 1

(Kayla)

   I'm standing on the beach, surrounded by kids screaming for their parents because their sibling kicked their sandcastle, and seagulls squaking, demanding to be thrown a fry. I sighed, knowing I will never be normal like them. That nobody will ever communicate with me, like they did a year and a half ago. That I, will never be loved. Because I, am dead....

It was a little over a year ago, that it happened. I never expected it, never seen it coming! The guy was a jerk, I'll tell you that. Who did he think he was, just waltzing into my life, falling in love with me, obsessing over me, killing me? I never asked for any of it to happen. I had a life, and I loved it. My family, my friends, my schooling. I loved it all. I was so happy. Something I will probably never really be again.

 He destroyed it all. I had my future all planned out. I was going to University to become a Forensic Investigator (Haha, that's a coincidence) because I really loved the show CSI. I was going to get married to a fellow co-worker, or possibly even a doctor or surgeon. We were going to get married on the beach, move to Alberta or Ontario, and have three kids. Two boys and one girl. And we would have bought a Golden Retriever, and named him Captain. Never, in any of those plans, was "Get Murdered by a Crazy Ex-Boyfriend" in there. 

 When I think about it now, all I can really do is laugh. It was really silly to have planned my future out like that, but that was me. An eager, impatient girl, who was too careless to recognize danger when she seen it. But sometimes, when I look back to that very moment, I remember thinking I was going to cheat death. That I would survive, like those main characters do in movies. I really underestimated him, and his abilities to kill me.

 Normally when people get broken up with, they shed a few tears, smash a few car windows, and move on. Well, not this time. I broke up with him because I felt that it just wasn't right. That I could do alot better than him. He obviously felt quite differently. Instead of doing all those things, he beat me to death. His love for me drove him into insanity. Caused him to act before he thought. Or maybe it planned it all out. I don't know....

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 (Jason)

   Nobody really understands love until they experience it for themselves. But when you fall in love, and then it gets ripped out of your grasp, it feels like you're falling into a fiery hell. Like god wants to torture you for your sins and mistakes you have made throughout your life.

 Yes, that's how I feel right now, because the one thing that mattered most to me, was taken away. My Marilyn Manson CD collection. How could mom do this to me? It was hard enough that we were moving to a whole new town, and the fact that I had to start Grade 12 in the middle of the second semester, make new friends (which may be hard to do, since I am going to be the new lonely emo-goth guy), and get good grades in order to get into college, doesn't help at all.

Isn't life just awesome....?