Adam.
"I love you." Adam hoisted his girlfriend on top of a table, kissing her with entense passion.
"You think I don't know that?" Alice McKinley smirked.
"Do you love me?" Adam wrapped his arms around her neck.
"Of course I do. I'll always love you, Adam-bear." Alice pulled Adam closer, kissing with passion, until they flopped onto the cheap motel bed.
"Promise me something." Adam pulled away.
"Anything."
"Promise me that, we'll always be together. That no matter what happenes, it'll happen to both of us."
"I love you." Alice resumed kissing her shaggy haired boyfriend.
"Is that a yes?"
"What do you think?"
Adam awoke from his brief snooze. He looked at his pitch black suroundings. He felt the chain around his foot.
Adam remembered her. Alice Kathrine McKinley. It was less then a year ago since she broke her promise.
"Ali? Alice?" Adam woke up, noticing the note taped to the pillow next to him.
Dear Adam,
I'm gone.
I'm sorry.
I don't love you.
I never did.
Please forgive me.
This hurts me as much as it hurts you.
I'm sorry.
Goodbye.
- Alice
Adam looked at the note. He read it over and over again.
"Alice.." Was all he could get out.
Adam felt a tear coming on. He was locked up in a bathroom to die in. He had come to terms with that. Adam hadn't come to terms with the past.
"Can I take your picture?" Adam asked, getting out his camera.
"Um...sure." The girl replied, looking uncertain.
Camera shy, Adam thought.
Adam took her picture and headed out the door of his shitty apartment complex.
"Hey, can I get your name-?" Adam turned around. The girl was gone.
Adam recalled the two most special girls in his life. One he thought he knew so well, and one he didn't know at all. Adam never believed in love at first site. And he still didn't. He just wished he could see that girl one last time. One last time before his certain demise.
Amanda stared at the video cameras.
She couldn't take much more of this.
She loved John.
She knew that.
But did she love him enough to see him suffer?
Did she?
Of course she did.
At least she thought so.
Amanda went to the shitty bathroom.
She took out a piece of cling wrap.
She had two choices.
The key or the cling wrap.
Amanda didn't think.
She grabbed the cling wrap.
And killed him.
She killed him.
I love John.
At least she thought she did.