Rest In Peace (sequel to After They Died)

6- Freddie

Someone really has it in for me. I think it's my old mate Dylan, he seemed pretty mad about me hooking up with Rose.

I keep finding horrible notes in my locker.

Nobody likes you so just do us a favour and join your ex.

That was the worst one, some were quite pathetic really.

You think you're so cool don't you?

Definitely Dylan, I'll talk to him about it later. Not that I care, I just don't want him to waste precious paper on me. Climate change is happening you know.

Anyway, Rose kissed me last night and all I could think of was Rachel? My ex, that's bad isn't it?

We were joking around, laughing like I used to with Rachel. Rose called me her Freddo and I said it sounds like the chocolate bar. She giggled before leaning in to kiss me.

But as she leant closer, all I could see was Rachel. Her warm brown eyes with her thick hair falling into them. She got so fed up with her hair falling into her face once that she threatened to chop it all off. I told her that I wouldn't want to date a baldy, joking obviously and she smiled up at me and leant in.

All I could feel was Rachel's soft lips on mine, not Rose's. I closed my eyes, hoping to shut away my memories of Rachel, but it only enhanced the images.

I can't get rid of her! She's like a lingering smell that you just can't lose. Tickling under your nose, irritating you. But I loved her. She smelled of her strawberry conditioner and her 'berries n' cherries' perfume. I didn't find her irritating: I loved Rachel. I loved her more than anything else in the world.

But she cheated. And she couldn't deal with the fact that I'd moved on. And she killed herself. In front of her two best friends. How selfish is that? Did she not think of the trauma they would experience? Typing Rachel, not bothering to think of the consequences of anything she did - she couldn't care less about anyone else's feelings.