The life of an undead cheerleader

The visit

Sheldon sits me on the church on a bench and looks at me. I shift awkwardly. "what?"
He shrugs "you're just really pale.....I mean like really pale" I cock my eyebrow.
"What do you mean I look pale? I am pale..." he gets up and grabs a mirror shoving it in my face making me look at my reflection.
"You look dead pale like more than normal... "

"What's wwwrong with me?" I started to shake, but instead of crying tears, I cried blood. He touched my cheek. He wipes away the blood slowly.

"Why did you do it faith, why did you kill yourself?" he moves closer as I move away, avoiding being even within hands reach. I still can't help but think maybe, just maybe, he had something to do with this whole disaster, the reason I put the gun up to my head and pulled the trigger, the reason I am here on this bench crying blood instead of tears. What if I'm wrong, though? What if he had nothing to do with that day, that terrible day.

We did fight that morning, now that I think of it. I don't remember what it was about; we had so many flaws trying to think of our relationship. If I think hard enough, I can remember bits and pieces of arguments and him.

I gasp, remembering the feeling of sharp pain on my cheek. I grab it softly, standing up and walking backward. "you...you abused me...." I start to get worked up and begin to breathe heavily. "you helped them, didn't you...You helped plan everything that day!" the blood starts falling again, but instead of drops, it's a full-on stream of crimson red blood.

He stands up defensively " Faith, I wouldn't. I was loving and caring...." a moment of silence, then I start approaching him, walking away from a puddle of blood I had created out of anger and what seems to be sadness. He starts backing up and turning. "Faith, no, you don't understand."

"I don't understand? really? What part of being pushed around getting food and drinks thrown in my face do I not understand? Please enlighten me!" my body grows tense and hot with anger.

As he starts to run, I follow at a fast-paced walk catching up to him quickly with a deadly look in my eye. "Sheldon, you're one of the reasons I killed myself..." I speak lowly and calm "I'm back on a mission to kill everyone who had to do with my suicide. you're my first victim, and I was yours." I grab his sleeve, jerking him back to face me. He has a look of terror. "Faith, no I. I had nothing to do with what they did to you, I swear!" he stares into my now blacked-out eyes.

I wrap my arms around his neck. "I'll make your fate less painful, but I can't say the same for the others," he starts to beg, telling me he's sorry for everything. I grip tighter and snap his head to the side. He spits out blood with a gurgling sound as it rips from his body. I speak lowly as I hold his now bodiless head that is still dripping blood down my short blue funeral dress which is tattered. "Accept your fate, Sheldon...I did..." I toss his head into the garden next to the bench. Everything suddenly goes red, and I walk away slowly with a slight limp. I know where I'm going next, and it's not home. I'm going after christy, the cheer captain.  That Bitch will pay for the shit she has done,  I'm coming, and there's no escaping me.