Dead or Alive? Who Cares its Love.

Chapter 1 Part 6 (END)

After an hour of walking with no destination I decided that we should probably sit, with the feeling of blisters showing up on the heels of my feet. Noticing the neighborhood we are in, I decided to just take a small trip to my parents house, along with settling my mom's nerves about me living on my own. Turning around the next block I became aware of only hearing one set of footsteps along with the sweden coldness on my shoulders, turning around I noticed Kar seemingly frozen in his spot staring at a light cream colored house. Retracing my steps back to him I turn and look at the house. Noticing the peeling paint around the windows and the doors, the window shutters parley holding on as if they don't have anything to stand for, the overgrown grass seemingly trying to reach up and touch the sky for some sort of relief. The eerie darkness of the house causes shivers to rack through my body. Finally deciding to say something I sputter out the first words that come to mind, "that's the accident house...at least that's what we call it ''. Turning my gaze back towards him I noticed his gaze now on me, "There was this family living in this house when me and my parents first moved in down the street. There was a little boy a few years older than me along with his parents. The mom slowly got diagnosed with cancer in her lungs from all of the cigarettes she would smoke..along with other things. She eventually left the son with his father. I don't know where she went, but I do know that not long after she died from that same cancer because she refused treatments." . Turning my gaze back towards the house I continued. A few days after hearing about the mom's death I walked past this house on my way to the bus stop just down the next block. I heard screaming and yelling and got curious. I walked around the side of the house to one of the open windows and set my bookbag down and stood on top of it. In time to see the father smack the younger boy, I gasped in surprise and fell off of my bookbag. Too scared to move, I sat up and stayed under the window listening to their conversation. The dad blamed the boy for the moms death saying he was the reason she left, and if the son wouldn't have given her so much stress about his birth in the hospital she wouldn't have refused treatment." Walking forward I moved and sat on the front porch of the house, looking up. I noticed Kar sti;l standing there. I held my hand out for him trying to get him to come over with me, watching as he turned his head and stretched his neck before moving towards me. He reached out and grabbed my hand, tugging him down and I continued with the story. " A few years later when the boy was 17, I was still younger, about ten years old. He got tired of all the abuse going on and for his father blaming him for his mom's death. I was outside playing in the yard with my friends from school, I saw him run out of his house throwing cups and bottles back at the front door where his dad was standing. Before he ran down the street, that was when i made probably the stupidest decision in my life...I followed, i ran to the garage and grabbed my bike with the training wheels still on it. And I followed him down the road. I continued to follow him until one time I tried to turn around and go back thinking I got too far from home. I was lost, so I decided to just follow him some more since he lives on the same street as me. He took a turn down a really old broken down rear that led to a dead end and climbed over a fence. Me being smaller than he was, I managed to find a hole to climb under and followed him into the woods. A little while later we came to the end of the woods at the edge of a cliff that led to the water. Walking forward I managed to watch him as he turned and started to fall backwards over the edge of the cliff." Sniffling at the sudden running of my nose I rubbed my nose to find tears running down my face as I relived the memory. "We made eye contact." Raising my head to meet his eyes I finished the memory that I had prided myself to not share with anyone besides my parents and the cops on that day. " We made eye contact as he fell and i screamed, I watched as a huge look of shock and horror came across his face, as he realized he had just committed suicide in front of a little girl. I don't remember that family's name, but that will be my least favorite memory in my entire life. Sometimes i wish i could forget but i can't, i wish i would have just asked him to take me home before we made it to the woods." Looking up into his eyes I watch as they fill with pain and horror...and...recognition. "James...that boy's last name was James along with his dad...But My mom never got married to my dad so she stayed a Joseph." ...Sitting in silence as I took in his words..."Wait, Your mom and dad? But that boy died, I saw it." Watching as he turned his head down to watch as he pushed the rocks on the ground with his feet. "I told you that you shouldn't be able to see me angel..."

A/N: Well thats the end of chapter one. I am still taking any ideas anyone may have for the book or anything that you might just want added.