I Will See you Again

The only destination for the living is death. Death is the only thing anyone should be afraid of. My name is Eve. I am already dead. But I am still afraid.
Someone came to my grave and told me I had to keep my promise. That I had to figure out the truth about what happened. The person said to me... I will see you again.

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5. Michael

Did you know the most powerful telescopes can see stars as they were millions of years ago?

Stars continue living after death. So do we.

Present Day

 

            Class four leaves the table in defeat. Ashley is playfully nudging Jimmy for his big win. He's got about half a month longer now that he's won. Meanwhile, the rest of us fall a few days shorter. Tony and his gang follow the rest of the third class back to their dorm. Each of them wearing a small face of victory.

"I am very disappointed in you guys." Ben says, his hands in his pockets.

            He walks back to his dorm his head down. He might not acknowledge it, but I can tell Adam's passing has been hard for him. Not that he and Adam were close friends, but that his death means Ben is one step closer to dying again too.

"I'm turning in for the night." Emily whispers. She must be upset with the loss. Not only that, I'm sure the medication from the doctor is setting in as well.

"Sure you don't need help roly poly?"

"Shut up." a small chuckle. I smile. I look up at the clock. It's already past midnight. Been a long day.

"You leaving too?" I look to Michael brows raised.

            He looks to his dorm and back to me. I could see a small smile on his face and I couldn't contain my excitement, "I think I can stay up for a little while longer."

"Eve," Emily waves her hand in the air which is clasping a dozen envelopes, "Mails here."

"I'll get it later!" I yell back. I turn back to Michael, "So what do you want to do."

"How 'bout a walk?" he holds out his hand and and I take it.

"Where are we going?" I question as we leave the building and enter into the streets.

"Where do you think?"

"The lake." we both say. He knows me so well.

            The streetlights guide us through the city and we look at all the buildings and houses on the way. They resemble everything about the city in the real world. Aside from the fact that many of the buildings seem like a burred photograph when we walk past them and the few changes that have taken place in the houses, I could be convinced that I was still there. It seems like yesterday Michael and I would walk down these streets past curfew. Always getting ourselves into trouble. Now look where that's gotten us.

 

Flashback #2: Let's call it the one about Michael

            I never felt so alive. I know it sounds silly, but whenever Mike tells me not to do something, I want to do it that much more. So when my evil step-father said I should stay away from Michael, I knew I had to see him again. I never knew how much fun I could have simply doing something risky. Even if it is just lying about going to a friends when you're really going to see him.

"You're not going Jordan's house are you?" Audrey's voice interrupts my thoughts. She stands in the doorway, refusing to follow me outside. As if doing so would get her in trouble.

"You're welcome to join me if you want." I smile and extend a hand, "C'mon, it will be fun."

"Just come back soon." she looks behind her as if Mike was listening.

"Alright, We'll go have fun without you." I turn to the streets and head down the alley.

            I finally understood how people could feel like flying. I couldn't help but skip around. I was too happy. Happier than I've ever been. The city around me was moving too slow. Meanwhile I was gliding by, free as a bird, no longer held down by the responsibilities of society. There was nothing else in my world. Just me, and him.

"Hey you." He says. I jump into his arms for an embrace, "I thought for a second you wouldn't make it."

"I almost didn't." I reply. I take his hand in my own and we walk, "Where are we going?"

"Where do you think?" he smiles at me. I couldn't help but smile in return.

"The Magical Place." I respond. He nods. My smile widens, "You know me so well."

            The magical place is just a path in the woods where Michael and I first kissed. Aside from that, there isn't really anything special about it. Just a path people use when hiking. But ever since that kiss... I love to go there. Away from the rest of the world. I usually go there alone, but it's never really different with Michael there. It's nice to sit with him and talk.

"So, how was your day?" he asks. He holds me in his arms. Making me feel safe.

"The same."

"Mister Mike making your life as miserable as ever?"

"How'd you know?" I look up at him and smile.

"He's been a pain ever since your mother disappeared."

"She didn't disappear," I state, "she died." I throw my hands in the air, "I know her, she wouldn't just leave. Not without Audrey and I."

"I see."

              I can never tell if he understands. No, I know he understands. I just don't know if he believes me. Or if he feels the same way. I sigh. I watch the hot air from my breath move toward sky before disappearing. Will our breaths ever reach the skies above us? I exhale again and again, trying to see if the air will reach further up than the one before it. I hear Michael chuckle. I forgot he was watching me. I smile at him.

"I didn't know it would get so cold." I say. He nods running his hands through my hair, "You know, most gentlemen would offer their jackets if a lady was cold." I tease.

"But if I gave you my jacket, you would have no reason to be held in my arms." he responds quickly with a hug. I laugh and sit up to look him in the eyes.

"I love you." I could feel him move closer to me. So close we could hear our own breathing. So close our noses almost touched. So close, we could each feel the others energy. We both smiled.

"I love you too." he responds.

            He leans closer for a kiss but I move my head away. My phone was vibrating. I look at the caller ID and I felt my happiness pour itself down a drain. I stand abruptly in fear.

"Shit!" I extend a hand for Michael and pull him up too.

"Someone important?" he says brushing himself off.

"It's Mike." I say  holding the phone out. We both wait for the call to end.

"Shit." Michael curses, as the call ends.

"Talk about ruining the perfect moment." I say, "Come on, we should hurry."

***

"Where were you?" I've only just arrived home and I'm already being interrogated.

"I'll explain, would you just let me through the door." I say calmly.

            I can't deal with him yelling at me. No, I can't deal with him embarrassing me outside of the house. I'm sure all the neighbors could hear his raised voice. And the neighbors weren't the only thing I was upset about. It was the fact that Mike refused to step out of the house as well. He forced me out as if I were some mutt. I wouldn't be surprised if he bought a leash and a dog house and told me to spend the night outside.

"You were with that little shit again weren't you?" he ignores my suggestion, "How many times am I going to have to tell you to stay away from him."

"I'm sorry, I just... if you would just let me explain-"

"I'm going to have to kill that fucking kid aren't I." he grabs me by the shoulder firmly and and drags me into the house.

"Please let go," I beg, "You're hurting me." I continue to wince in pain as he drags me to my room and throws me to the floor.

"You're staying in your room until I'm done fixing the mess that you made." he says before slamming the door shut.

            I stay on my floor until I know Mike is gone. I examine my shoulder where he grabbed me. Determining if it would bruise. My door creaks open and I couldn't help but shudder. I see Audrey walk into the room and instantly understood what I was feeling.

"Are you okay?" she asks.

            I wasn't okay. I was scared. I didn't feel safe in the house anymore. I needed to leave. Who knows what could happen if I stay here. I jump up and grab a jacket. I walk back to her quickly and hand it to her, "Let's get out of here." I say.

"What? Where?"

"Anywhere but here. I can't stand the thought of being in a house with him any longer."

"That's not a good idea." she says hanging the jacket back on the doorknob.

"It's not like he'll be able to do anything."

"But he could find us, and the we'd be in bigger trouble. Bigger than the trouble you're already in."

"So?" I open the window, "I'd rather take that chance than be stuck here." Audrey's always been a scaredy-cat when it came to Mike.

"I'm not going to go with you," she argues backing away from the window, "and neither should you."

"You don't have to come with me." I say, "I'll be fine on my own, I just think you need a break from Mike too."

"Where are you even going to go," she says angrily, "Back to Michael? In case you forgot, he was the one who got you into this mess in the first place."

"I'm going to mom's church. Not everything is about Michael you know." I refute, "Don't worry, I won't leave you behind like mom did, I'll come back." I say jumping out the window. I could smell the rain clouds. I put my hood up ready for the rain.

 

Present Day

"Do you remember when we first met here?" Michael asks. We were at the lakes border. The least guarded area of the lake. The dead could arrive here, but none could leave. I look at the water, seeing the thick film of syrup like substance spread across the surface.

"Yeah," I respond, "I was pissed." Michael chuckles. But it isn't funny. The last thing I wanted was to be the person to bring Michael to the world of the dead. To go further, I didn't want him to die at all.

"I felt so happy to see you again, but the second we got here, all of those feelings faded."

"It's one of the things this place does." I respond, "It takes you're memories and emotions and throws them to the shredder."

"I don't remember much," he says, "about the day I died."

"Nobody remembers. That way, us corpses don't think about going for revenge or closure."

"I was at the park." he looks out on the lake trying to find the park he was at, "pushing a kid on a swing. I don't remember why I went there, but I remember everything about that moment. Because it's the last moment I remember living."

"I understand." I whisper. Did I truly?

"The trees whistled as the wind blew through it, and the world seemed to be moving so fast. As if every part of it were living. Because it was."

"I forget what that felt like." I answer truthfully.

"No you don't." Michael faces me, "Tell me Eve," he pauses. Waits for me to look into his eyes. He wants all my attention.

            He has it.

"What's the last thing you remember?"

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