"Selena.... Selena... please...."
"Demi, how could you?"
"I'm sorry, please, forgive me!"
I woke up panting. Why? Why did I do it? Just for some dumb power... but I don't care about it anymore, I don't want it anymore. In the heat of the moment I thought I had it all, but no. All I want... is her. And some fake could never take her place. Dumb Miley...
Why Miley? It was my fault. I should have just let Miley die, and shouldn't have interfered. I wish I could have made a movie with her, and not with... And then it was official. That person was believed dead, who would guess he was still alive under the name of... No one would. I wouldn't believe it. But I wouldn't believe that was Selena either. This is it. I'm gonna do it.
I went to work. "Tiffany this... Sterling that..." and then I remembered that one time. On that show where Selena Russo was said to guest star, when she really wasn't there... They didn't know. They don't know. Only the four of us do... But now I'm gonna find her. Apologize... Beg for forgiveness... Whatever it takes it won't be a pretty sight.
But she didn't love me. She could never love me. She loved that bastard Nick... Perhaps his death was really the only good that came out of that night. Or was it? Sending Nick to Selena like that? He only loved himself, and only broke her heart. He had to pay. His death... was fun.
I started off back home. Right as I'm standing right in front of the house, I hear a voice behind me. "Getting ideas?" Miley: the one who caused all of this; it may have been my fault but it was hers too! She tried to make it better by setting me up with that faggot brother of hers but... Sometimes I feel that she only did it to mock me.
"Go away." I whispered silently.
"I don't think so," she said getting out a gun "you're gonna expose me aren't you?"
"Why would I do that? Not like anyone would believe that story." I still don't know why Paul did it, or how Michael and Miley found him out. So many questions, but I guess I'll never know.
"You have your ways." She pulled the trigger, but what could it do against me? She was slammed on the ground the next second, her gun a piece of the past.
"You're a fool Miley Stewart. A fool."
I anxiously went up to my room. And there it was. The glass case containing Selena's perfectly preserved (and concealed) body, the last I had of her. Some of the little good that power did me.
She lay still, in the clothes she wore that night. On her shirt, that... that... a stain. A stain of blood. Sometimes I would open the case and stroke her cheek. How I wished... how I wished to... kiss her.
But no. I do not deserve that. Not until... not until... I make things right. I brought out my knife, and in a flash everything was gone. And then I emerged, in the Underworld. I was home.
Just something I wrote up recently. I think it needs a little work, but what do you think? Please review. More coming up.