So now I was alone. Nowhere to stay, no one to love, no one to be with me. I was alone.
So what was I going to do now?
The answer comes easily: Deal with it.
I was going to go through hell.
She wanted me to.
Could I fight Her?
There was nothing I could do.
Nothing I could do but survive.
And that was something I was planning on doing....
I stand up from the side of the road, pushing myself up from the concrete where I had been sitting. I had to survive. That was all I could do.
Brushing back my hair and groaning, I think to myself, Well, at least She's not here....That's one bright spot, I guess.....
I realize a second later that that was perhaps the stupidest thought to ever reach my mind....
Because of course, a second later I sense Her near me.
I sense Her hand on my shoulder.
I hear Her laugh.
"Hello, Jamie...." She whispers in my ear. "Long time no haunt...."
I trembled--but in fear or relief I did not know.
She was back with me, tormenting me, torturing me.
Was this a good thing or a bad thing...?
Why is it that I missed this...?
Why is it that I missed Her?
I guess I just did.....
I missed this torture.
This sweet, so well-deserved torture.
I drift, let Her near me, let Her whisper in my ear.
I deserved this.....
Even though I do not know a single thing that happened that night, I deserved this.....
So She was gone. Did I even have to wonder where?
I wished him luck....
At least I was alone now!
I forced away the thought. She was with Jamie--who knew what She was doing to him? And I wasn't there!
I wasn't strong enough....If I went to him, who knew what kind of new hell She would inflict on us both?
But at least neither of us would be suffering it alone....
I forced away THAT thought, as well. He was gone, he was with Her--why did I care? My turn would
come again. It wasn't like anything he was suffering I had not yet suffered. And, if it was new, She was sure
to be inflicting it on me later. I was Her lover, not him!
Wait....Did I just call myself Her lover?
I fall to my knees, unsure as to scream in fear or frustration. Why did I love Her? Why did I miss Her? Why did I need Her?
And who in hell had killed Her, anyways?
I sighed. Would I ever know?
I was sure that Ann remembered seeing Her fall, seeing me get hurt....I didn't even remember that much! All I remembered was me waking up in the hospital, my stomach stitched closed, my mom and dad sitting beside me, looking worried.
I bolted to my feet.
Mom and Dad!
I hadn't called them since....Since that day.
Did they even know I was alive?
Were....Were they alive?
I called Mom, hoping she answered.
She never picked up.
I leave her a quick message, and dial Dad's number, but hang up when I hear a voice saying, This number
that you have dialed is no longer in service....
Oh, my god.
Were they alive?
I looked online, using my laptop and searching their names. They were alive....
I close it, sighing.
So She hadn't gotten to them.
Maybe She hadn't thought of it...?
I force that thought away.
I just hoped that She never thought of killing my parents....
Would She be that cold?
The answer comes to me in a whisper, "Yes...."
She could hear my thoughts....
Well, that was nice to know.
Could I kill them? To make him suffer?
They were innocents! What had they done to earn their deaths?
They had given birth to him....And they would pay for it.