AMANDA'S POV
"This is it... I'm not going to wake up again.." I think to myself. I close my eyes slowly and everything goes black. I then suddenly feel myself floating, more like falling. I slowly open my eyes and look around, I see red, blood red, everywhere. I try to scream for help, but my voice seems to be trapped. I decide to give up on trying to scream, I just let my eyes wander my surroundings. After a little bit I see another person, they are falling just like me. Our eyes lock, theirs are full of sadness and pain. I frown and try to reach out for them, they do the same. To my surprise, my arm did as I wanted and I grabbed the boys hand. As our hands connect everything glows bright white. After a minute or so, my vision returns. I'm standing in an unknown bedroom, I look around and see the boy, I smile slightly.
"Hey, do you know what's going on?" I ask as I try to grab his shoulder, only to have ,y hand pass directly through it. My eyes widen. "Hey! Can you hear me?!" I shout in his ear, he doesn't move. I then realize what he has in his hands. He's holding a kitchen knife. I gasp and shake my head, realizing what he was planning on doing.
"No! Don't do it!" I shout, he still doesn't hear me. Tears slowly roll down his cheeks as he hold the blade on his skin.
"Finally.. I'll be free.." He say softly as he slices both of his wrists deeply, crimson red began pouring from his wrists. He then took the knife and stabbed himself in the heart. I think back to what the boy looked like, I then recall the blood stain on his shirt. He slowly falls to his knees, his eyes becoming hazy and slowly closing. I try to catch him, but he falls through my arms and lands on the floor, his blood continuing to pour out of his wrists and chest as a giant pool formed under his body. Tears begin to stream down my cheeks as I watch the last speck of life disappear from his eyes. The room then begins to fade out to what looks like a prison cell, I look around and cover my eyes.
"This can't be happening..." I sob. I suddenly feel hands on my shoulders and I look up, only to see the boy from the room. His eyes are filled with kindness. He pulls me I to an embrace.
"I'm so sorry..." He whispers into my ear, I hug him back, burying my face on his neck and sobbing softly. We stay in this position for what felt like half an hour before my tears finally stopped and I was able to speak.
"What's your name?" I ask softly, wiping my eyes. He smiles slightly.
"My name is Loren, and yours?" He asks as he holds out his hand for me to shake. I take his hand and shake gently.
"Amanda.." I reply. He smiles.
"Such a beautiful name, for a beautiful girl." I blush slightly at his words.
"Why did you kill yourself Loren? I ask against all better judgment. He frowns slightly and let's go of my hand, pulling his back, his wrists showing.
"My parents abused me, and no one would help me, even though I asked them for help.." His eyes fill with sadness as he looks away. The tears threaten to return, but I push them away and gently rub his back.
"I'm so sorry Loren. I wish I could've known you, so I could've helped you." I reply with a gentle smile. He looks back at me and smiles slightly.
"Thank you. I'm sorry you had to die by the hands of such a filthy monster." I then remember what happened, Jeff had slit my throat, causing my death. I shake my head.
"it's alright, I knew I was going to die soon, whether it was by my own hand or his, my time was nearing its end." He frowns and grabs my hand.
"You shouldn't be here, you are a nice person, you should be living a long and happy life." He squeezes my hand, I return the squeeze and cup his cheek.
