RaNdOm! Kind of a knock-off from Twilight… Borrowing Stephanie Myers idea with the way she characterizes vampires, so enjoy!
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Chapter One: Bad News
Monte POV:
His eyes fluttered. "He's waking up! Hey, hey, he's awake!" I nudged the doctor.
"Mmm? What happened?" Tommy tried to sit up.
"Mr. Ratliff, please, don't try to get up." the doctor ordered.
Tommy hated to be called Mr. Ratliff. I know this because I would always tease him about it. One time, I called him Mr. Lambert… funny how that didn't bother him… but there would be no doing that again… no, I could never do that again.
"What happened?" he repeated. "Oh my god! What the- my fucking leg! It's on fire, god damn it! Holy shit!" Tommy screamed in pain as the nurse gave him more pain killer for his severely burnt leg.
"Mr. Ratliff, there has been an accident."
Tommy was biting his lip to keep from screaming again, clutching the bed sheets in his first-degree burned hands.
"You and your… uh, Adam were in a hotel last night, do you remember?"
Tommy slowly nodded.
"Well, a lamp blew a fuse… the room caught on fire."
"Where's Adam?" he asked through gritted teeth.
"Well, sir… we got you out with severe burns… but uh… Adam didn't make it."
I swallowed the lump in my throat, ignoring the urge to cry. Monte Pitman does not cry. A look of horror swept across Tommy's face. "Monte… is this a joke?" his voice shook and cracked.
"I wish it were." I whispered.
"Oh no… oh god no…" Despite the IV in his arm, Tommy turned on his side. I heard him sob and I watched his shoulders shake. I had to get out of here. Blinking back tears, I ran down the hallway of the hospital and out the door, to the safety of my car.
Monte Pitman does not cry… but yet, the tears came.
Monte Pitman does not cry, Monte Pitman does not cry…
Monte pitman does cry…
Tommy POV:
I curled up in a tight ball on my newly made bed. A pink fluffy pillow and a teddy bear were evidence that Lisa had been here. I hadn't moved from this spot since I had gotten home from the hospital. I'd endured the pain of my burn til it subsided, sometimes screaming, but… enduring. I didn't eat… I couldn't eat. When I got back, I had tried to eat a bagel… but I couldn't force it down. It took everything I had, but I managed to not at all think about Adam… or that his funeral was tonight.
I can't go… of course I can't go… I looked up at the ceiling and imagined Adam with an angel next to him. Of course, Adam was by far more beautiful than the angel. He looked hurt and disappointed, like I'd upset him.
"Ok… alright fine." I told the ceiling. "I'll go for you." I got up, my legs cramped from sitting in that position for that long. I felt the strangest awareness of Adam's presence in the room. I looked around, and saw nothing. I must be going crazy… Without taking the time to look in the mirror, I jogged out of the apartment, my leather jacket under my arm.
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A small group of people gathered around the opened coffin. Monte, Isaac, and Longenue all wore black suits and a solemn expression. I looked down at my red skinny jeans and plain, white, tight fitting, t-shirt, stained and wrinkled. Great…
Adam's parents had gone off in a corner, and through tears, Neil greeted me with a smile. I numbly shook his hand and wasn't aware of a word he was saying. My legs carried me to the coffin.
Adam's skin was pale white… his eyes closed, his chest not moving to indicate any sign of breathing. He looked peaceful, like he was asleep. A man stood in the corner of the small room, black suit, dark shades made it impossible to see his eyes. His skin had the eerie pasty shade that Adam's was… only, this guy wasn't dead…
He approached me. "Hello, Tommy."
"Who-?"
"Oh, I apologies, I am Adam's close friend." he reached for my hand.
I gasped and drew back slightly at his touch… ice cold… velvet. "Dude… get some gloves or something!"
He only laughed. "We will meet again, Tommy Joe. Adam tells me so much about you… He also wants me to tell you he'll see you real soon."
"What are you, the death angel?"
He laughed, again. "Some what… I'll see you around… and I will see you…" I turned and walked out the door, leaving me in a daze.
And then it was over… and I found myself in my bed again…
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"Adam?… Adam!" I turned to look behind me. Nope… he wasn't there. The bathroom mirror was messing with my head again… I turned back and stared at the spot next to my reflection where Adam just stood… I'd seen him seven times in the past month… or I'd thought I'd seen him… I'm not crazy… he really was there!
"Ugh… I gotta get outta here." I tried to fix my makeup, resulting in a fail.
Whatever.
I sauntered out of my apartment, catching a glimpse of Adam in the mirror again. I dared not turn to look, knowing that he wouldn't be there…
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The subway usually cheered me up. N.Y.C. was busy this time of year… actually, its always like this. Oh, wait, you thought I was still in Cali? No… I couldn't bring myself to go back to our house… All Adam's stuff was there… and… I don't know, I just don't want to disturb it. I am not selling our house… maybe I'll die soon, like that guy said, and I won't have to worry about it… I got a new place in New York.
Anyway, for some strange reason, it seemed like I was being followed… ok, so maybe I am crazy. I felt like I was being watched… then again, I was in an underground subway in New York with epically failed makeup splattered across my face so of course people were glancing at me.
But the constant stream of people were making me sick. I felt dizzy and alone… and like I was gonna puke. I ran to a bathroom, not even checking to see if it was labeled MEN or not, and leaned over the toilet. I wasn't surprised when nothing came up.. I hadn't eaten for a long time…
My phone, which clattered on the dirty tile floor when I dropped it, rang. Monte…
Broken pieces break in to me…
So imperfectly what you should be…
It stopped ringing, he knew I wasn't gonna answer…
"Fuck this ringtone…" I told the wall.
"Broken pieces break in to me… so imperfectly what you should be…"
I turned and stared up at his tall frame. "You bastard…"
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