SOoOoOo what'd you think? Here's like a second episode to it. I know this is sort of based in the future considering we're not a quarter of the way done with 2008 but that's the setting. Deal with it!

Warning: The following story includes Lots of Lesbian Love and some content that is not suitable for people 14 and under. If your parents catch you it's your fault not mine! I just wrote it, you chose to read it even after the warning. ENJOY!

Hex A love story from the grave part 2

Until December 30th, 2008 my life was perfect. That day changed my life, because it led to the event of my death. That day I had just woken up from another night with Thelma; she had begun to experiment with my dreams again. She particularly liked the one where I was in short shorts, a tight tank top and striped stockings. I told her I looked like a ho but she just said that she thought the giggling was cute. It would be one day until I would have been at Medenham for a year. I was on my way back to my room at night, I had been out for a walk around the gardens and I saw the man again. His pale face and his black hair slicked back was something you couldn't forget. "Hello Carrie." He said, He popped up from behind me. He could've been there for ages and I wouldn't have noticed. He stood by the old hanging tree that was on the property. "Who are you?" I asked "You already know, think real hard." He was being very cryptic, So I thought about the vase and when I stuck my hand in the vase, I have a very good memory, I could tell you every detail of the flash the vase gave me, but I didn't need to remember, Thelma and I talked about what happened a lot. "Azazeal, that's your name but what you are I'm not sure." "Very good. Well remembered. Tell me something Carrie, What would your friends do to save you? Or better yet would they be crushed if you were missing?" I backed up a bit, as he came forward. I kept my lighter in my pocket but what use did that have. I stuck my hands in my pockets as if I were cold, I felt around for something anything to make him go away. "What about Ella?" "What about her?" I had nothing, I was a girl stuck in the middle of a empty field and there was nobody around to her me scream, Thelma was probably in my room waiting on my bed for me to come back, alive. He backed me against a tree and put his hand around my throat, He cut off my air until I passed out.

"Ella! Ella!" Thelma screamed outside of Ella's bedroom banging on the door. "Ella Please!" When Ella finally opened the door she had a girly smile on her face and was wrapped in a bed sheet, Leon was inside on the bed with the comforter covering him from the waist down. (You get the picture right?) "What is it Thelma? I'm a little busy right now." Tears silently flowed down Thelma's cheeks. "It's Carrie. She's missing. She didn't come back last night from her walk in the gardens." "Whoa whoa slow down. Now what happened?" From an outsiders point of view Ella would seem to be talking to herself. "Carrie never came back last night." "Come inside." She closed the door behind Thelma "Leon put some pants on, something's happened." "What?" "Carrie's missing." Thelma sat down in an antique purple chair and wiped her tears, she never thought she'd miss Carrie this much. "Ok now slowly, tell us what happened." Thelma never told Ella that she had been seeing Carrie or that Carrie could see and touch her whenever she went to sleep. "I was in my old room, minding my own business, and I was waiting for Carrie to come back." Leon being an ignorant prick made fun of Thelma "Still in the stalking phase?" "Shut up Leon." Ella said as she changed behind a changing rack, into her usual get-up. The see through fuchsia top with a black corset covering her up. "But she never came back, she doesn't have a lot of friends and she isn't seeing anyone. I think something bad has happened." Ella came out and sat down on the bed. "Thelma, maybe you should wait until the police show up, David's probably called them up if she's missed her classes." But Thelma deep in her gut knew something had happened to me, but there was nothing she could do. She was invisible, a ghost, who walked the hallways alone. Without me there she'd end up where she started. Dead and lonely.

I woke up tied to a chair, blindfolded and gagged. My hair was long, past my shoulders but for some reason it was in a ponytail. I didn't remember putting it in one. "Well I see you're awake." Azazeal said. He came up from behind me and took off the blindfold. I was in a dusty old room, I recognized it as the place where Thelma had died. She told me that story a lot, mostly on request by me. I liked hearing it, even if it brought back memories of Cassie to her. "Do you know where you are?" I muffled a yes through the rag that was tied around my mouth. "Good. I want you to know that this will not be quick, that you will not be sacrificed, you are here to know the pain which your so called friends have caused me in the past 500 years. I want you to die a slow and most painful death." He took out an dagger and put it into the chairs back. "Just in case you get any ideas." He whispered in my ear. He left the room and when the door closed the shackles unlocked themselves. I rubbed my wrists and took off the gag. "HELP!! HELP!! SOMEBODY! ANYBODY!!" I screamed, I had the loudest scream, it was a piercing one. I looked around the room for anyway of escape. There were claw marks on the bottom of the door; they looked like they were made by a child's hand. There were windows but they were barred shut, and I couldn't break them. I knew this place, it was part of the old Medenham that had survived, and the new Medenham was built around it, leaving its unstable structure intact.

I was stuck there for a 4 days without food or water. My already thin frame had become even thinner; to where I was nothing but skin and bones. In my last hours I thought about everything I would miss, there really wasn't that much. The list consisted of Thelma, food, Thelma's kisses, music, but mostly Thelma. I remembered when I had asked her to be my girlfriend. It was a few weeks after I had arrived to Medenham; we were laying in front of the fireplace in the old Medenham. I was acting all weird, I didn't want her to think of me as creepy for asking her, I just get confused and I wanted to know. I just flat out said it "Will you be my girlfriend?" She laughed at the question "Of course you half-wit. I thought I already was." I laughed too I wasn't going to say anything else. I kissed her sweet lips and lay back down with her.

I didn't want to die but Azazeal had left me with no choice. It was pure torture but he said it was like this for 500 years. I couldn't take 4 days, I was ready to die. The knife he had left was very tempting but I wasn't going to slice my wrists, I took it and cut into the wall 'Thelma' that's all I wrote I took the lighter out and lit it. The flame was strong because of the gas. I lit all of the candles in the room; they were scattered through-out the room. I watched as they burnt out all the oxygen, if there was one thing I knew it was fire and fire needed three things to survive. Ignition source, accelerant, and oxygen. The air began to dry out; this way was easier, like going to sleep. Something I was deprived of since he put me in this room and threw away the key. The flames grew weaker, and the light dimmed. I thought about Thelma until the end. How she would hold me, how much I could think about her and not even whisper her name, but then I realized I loved her. I could never have said it but I knew it. I was lying on the floor, gasping in the rest of the dusty air that filled the room. When the candle went out so did I.

They found me 2 days later in the lake. Somehow Azazeal managed to get water into my lungs, I watched as they pulled my blue water logged body out of the lake. My ripped jeans and black and white long sleeved shirt dripped loads of water. I suddenly knew what Thelma said about being in your own world but with everyone else in it. I could scream and nobody would hear me. I watched as everyone crowded around my body when the police man set in on the ground so he could get out of the murky water. David was right there when he pulled me out. He was more confused than anybody, he had known I was on the Swimming team and that I was a fair swimmer, not the worst but not the best, how could I have drowned? I saw how everyone bowed their heads at my funeral; Thelma was no where in sight. My father had to have the morgue hold my body for 4 more days until he could get a flight out there. I hadn't talk to my father in years. He had to hear from my teachers about my excessive flirting with the girls in the halls; and when I set the fires at my last school that pushed him over the edge, he sent me here. Another School, Another check. He actually looked sad, while the minister spoke. "Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust." That was the only thing I could ever remember about church as a kid. I have had no faith in a couple of years, I was open to interpretation.

I couldn't watch them bury my body anymore. I went to my old room, my stuff was already packed. On my bed was Thelma crying her eyes out. "Thelma?" I whispered hoping that the world wouldn't end at that moment. She couldn't turn around in fear of the same thing, I placed my hand on her shoulder, and she began to cry again. "I thought you were dead." "I am." This hurt her now. She didn't want me to have to know the loneliness of that world but I really had no choice. I sat next to her, she held on to me. Holding me close to her. We lay next to each other on my bed. "Your dads really cold." She said "He called and asked them to start packing up your things before he even arrived. I managed to get this before they could haul it out." She held out my Silver lighter. I looked in my back pocket and it wasn't in there like it was when I had died. "They were in your personal effects at the morgue. I sorta stole it." I smiled and kissed her. I took the lighter out her hands mid-kiss. I had everything I wanted right there. When I rolled off the bed I lit it, there was something different about the flame, it was blue and when I ran my fingers through the flame it was as cold as ice. Thelma got up as well; she was right behind me while I looked out the window at the mourners who weren't really mourning, just sad to see the invisible girl go. "So… What's it like to be dead?" she asked in my ear. She put her hands on the edge of my hips, my favorite place for her to lay them, I smiled "It's strange, its like nothings changed but everything has." "Do you know who did it?" "Yes, and so do you." I turned around and looked at her; her face was barely inches from mine. I didn't like the fact I was taller than her, but it made it easier when I wanted to kiss her. We didn't say his name; it would just remind us that I was dead so instead I showed her where it happened.

The room was still dark, Thelma saw where we were. Another thing we shared, our killer and where we were killed. She took a candle that was lit from the outside of the door and walked around to room I had done the first 2 days. "I hated this place, it was really depressing." I was looking at the ceiling and then looked at Thelma "I thought about you a lot." She then saw what I had carved into the wall. I didn't notice that the wall I had carved into was covered in little demon faces. "You do that?" She couldn't stop looking at the wall "Yeah. Right before." "How'd you really die?" "By fire" I whispered in her ear and giggled "That's not funny Carrie, come on now. Tell me." I sat down on the dust filled bed "Right there" I pointed to a spot in the middle of the room where a tall window towered over. "And I was telling the truth, I burned all the air out. There was hardly any to start with." Thelma tried to imagine me laying there in the middle of the floor taking in my last breaths. "It's good to see you again Thelma." He said at the doorway. We both jumped. "Carrie I see you've decided to stay as well. I think the two of you will make a cute couple." Azazeal looked different than the last time I saw him, he seemed stronger. "What do you want Azazeal." Thelma said, she wasn't afraid of him like I was. He did what he promised to, he gave me the slowest possible death, and the most painful that I have ever imagined compared to Thelma's quick stab in the stomach. "Just dropping by to see the two of you. But honestly Carrie, why didn't you just slit your wrists? It would have been much faster." He cocked his head to look at me. I stared at the floorboards and saw the knife next to the wall. A light bulb went off in my head but it was more like an act of revenge. I stood up and to it, once I picked it up I ran toward him. I was screaming I think. I didn't get that far Thelma dropped her candle to stop me. He smiled in the evil way that made me want to hurt him some more. "Good try dear but better luck next time." He backed away and blew a kiss with both of his hands. He was gone, the man that held me here and caused my death was gone. "Why'd you stop me?! I could have killed him!" I got up off of the floor where Thelma stayed "Because he would have killed you…again! You don't know what he is or what he can do." "Then tell me. Hell, show me if you have to but just please, I want my revenge. Your death wasn't that bad considering, but he made me stay here. Waiting, watching me to kill myself. For 4 whole days!" I collapsed and finally cried, I never cried. I didn't when my mom died when I was 6, or when my heart was broken for the first time, or even when I found out I was dead. But now I released everything. My heart was shattered so much that I didn't even recognized it when it was put it back together. Thelma came over to me and let me cry on her shoulder. Something I really needed. When I was wiping the tears off I started laughing. "I must be a sight." "A good one at that. Come on lets get out of here." I got up and walked out if the room with Thelma by my side. I held on to her hand tight, I didn't want to ever let go. We might have been dead but inside we were both very much alive.

In New York: My father had sent my belongings back to his penthouse where his new wife Charlotte began to un-pack them and pick out what was important. The first box she opened was filled with my clothes but on the very top of it was my book. I called it my thoughts to read book. Stupid name I know but it did its job. She pulled the book out and set in aside. She went through all my things; she had a fax from my father stating to her which things really were important and which weren't. She couldn't find the Silver lighter that was on the top of the list but the rest of the things were easily found. "Boy did you have a lot of art supplies." Charlotte talked to herself. She folded all the boxes back and put them in the corner. She dimmed the lights and grabbed herself a glass of wine. She grabbed my notebook which was really a couple of flimsy notebooks that you use in grade school tied together. She sat in the dark with my notebook and turned on the lamp next to her so she could read it.

Hello my name is Carrie Martin; I was born in the town of New York City, The greatest city in the world. When I started writing in this notebook I was 10 years old. A little history about me: I was born June 23rd 1987. My mother died when I was 6 and my father re-married when I was 7 to a lady named Rose. Like the flower. But she left him earlier this year for bob the doorman. My father has sent me to a place in Manchester, England. He said that I would be happy there and that he'd visit as soon as he could…

June 23rd 1998

Let's see here I just turned 11 and my dad hasn't come to visit me, I've been threatened that if my attitude didn't change that I would have to be punished….

June 23rd2001

Sorry I lost the book but I found it when I moved. I got out of the other school and went to another this time somewhere near the country. I like it here. I just turned 14 and I've had my first boyfriend but I didn't like the way he kissed me. He was 16. I broke up with him….

June 23rd 2004

Let's see here I've been to about 7 or 8 schools since I last wrote in here. Something about the girls not liking me looking at them. I've always been in England for school but now my dad thinks that a trip to the states might do me good. Not really. Though I did find a girl there her name was Jessica, she had the most beautiful hair that never ended. She gave me my first real kiss and stole my virginity. I had to break up with her because I had to go to another school. Somewhere where my father could control me…

June 23rd 2007

Well that was fun another round of schools, girls and future Alcoholics. I hate this school; I'm back in England, this time jolly London. I got my British accent back, which I love. I've found a new obsession, Fire. I like staring at it, the flame never changes. I found my mothers lighter in my things and I plan on having a little fun with the school after break….

June 23rd 2008 (This was my last entry)

I've found my place. I'm at a school called Medenham, I like it here. I have a stable girlfriend, and a few friends. Yes Charlotte I am being vague. I know you'll somehow get this book and you'll read it. I want you to tell my father to stop being so uptight. When he's home he needs to relax, and be with you. I know I'm not the best step-daughter but I want you both to know that I do love you. And for the first time since I started this book I think I'll sign my name.

Carrie.

Small tears came out of her eyes knowing what I had written, to her and my father. She kept it to give to my father.

Back at Medenham-

The official cause of death of me was intentional drowning, meaning I drowned myself. They believed I was suicidal when they saw the permanent scar on my wrist. I wasn't, but that's what people believed, why should I argue against someone's beliefs when they can't hear me. Have you ever wondered if Ghosts sleep or if they dream? If they dream that must mean that they sleep right? I found myself restless and walking around the school, I avoided the room where I killed myself to save myself. It had been weeks since my death and the school still buzzed about it. "Did you hear that she killed herself?" "Something about her being crazy or something" "I heard she was a pyro." That was the extent of it. I slipped out of bed leaving Thelma sleeping and went into the bathroom down the hall where I heard a shower running. Who would be taking a shower this late? It was nearly 1am and the noise was coming from the boy's bathroom, for a second I thought I'd wait outside to see who it was but then I went in anyway. See being a ghost you have the choice of opening the door for everybody to see or going through the door. So I thought since it was the middle of the night I'd give the guy a scare. I opened the door, He heard it slam shut. "Hello?" I heard him ask out. I slid open the shower curtain and exposed him for the entire world, he jumped. He still had suds in his hair. He turned his head and then I realized who he was, Malachi His face had changed but you can't change a soul as black as his, no matter how much bleach you use. "Who are you? You're new." I didn't say a word but I didn't run away either. I looked him over, nothing really impressive other than the tattoo on his neck. I turned and walked out. "Hey Wait!" When he grabbed his towel and followed me outside the bathroom I was back in bed, holding Thelma close. "What's wrong?" she asked me, I kissed her softly "I'll show you in the morning, go back to sleep." I whispered. Thelma had found a way to sleep at night but I was still getting use to the idea that I was dead. I still was wearing the clothes that I had died in. I've seen Thelma change her clothes and style once while I was still breathing. I was planning on asking her about it later. I kissed her shoulder and laid my head down, when I closed my eyes there was nothing. No sleep, no dreams, nothing just the inside of my eyelids.

In the morning I went down to the dining hall and watched carefully for the guy I saw last night. Unfortunately he found me. I was at my usual table hidden in the back. "Where'd you disappear to?" He asked me I kept quiet "You don't remember me?" "I remember." I waited for Thelma or Ella, hell even Leon; if any of them could get me outta here I'd be glad. But nobody came down, I was stuck. "Who are you? My name is Mark." I snickered a little. 'From Malachi to Mark, big change' I thought. "Carrie." I didn't say much more, I got up from the table and ran upstairs. To the room Thelma and I had claimed as ours. We both had beds but we usually shared one. I walked in on her changing clothes. "Oh I'm sorry," I covered my eyes trying to be polite even if there was nothing I hadn't seen before. "It's alright. I wanted to show you something anyway." "What?" I walked closer to her. She pulled a shirt over her head. It grey but it was painted with metallic paints. It was pretty cool. "These." She pulled out a truck I never noticed before from underneath the bed. "What are they?" "Clothes silly. I thought you might have grown tired of those that you have on. We can go out and get some new ones if you like but I don't want to creep you out." I sat down next to her and looked through the trunk of clothes. "How will it creep me out? Not that many things do these days." "Well…you have to get them off of a dead body. Live peoples clothes itch." I chuckled and kissed her cheek "Let's go shopping then." "We have to wait till night." "And what will we do until then?" I said as I laid back on the bed with a certain smile that would give her a hint of what I wanted to do. She got the hint.

I would never ever leave Thelma not in a million years, not even if life did us part. That was the promise we made each other "till life do us part." We both said it and we both meant it. "I'm hungry, you wanna go grab some lunch?" I asked Thelma while we slipped back into our clothes. "Uh… Sure." I took her hand and we went downstairs to the dinning hall. We both filled our plates with random food that we could never eat when we were alive because it'd probably kill us. Mark came over again "Hello again Carrie. Who's your friend?" I hated him already; he was evil, plain and simple. "This is Thelma, Thelma this is Mark. This is who I wanted to show you." Thelma saw through him like I did, but at least she was polite and played along. "Nice to meet you Mark." "You too. Hey have you guys heard about the girl that drowned out by the lake? She had the same name as you Carrie. Must be weird." "Hey, I knew her. Don't make fun of her. It's disrespectful." Thelma stood up for me while remained quiet, looking at the floor. "Sorry, just saying what I heard. She's the talk of the school." "Excuse me." I got up from the table and went into the hallway, Thelma followed making sure I was alright. "You have to ignore him, he's a prick." "I know, it's just that…I know who he is. He isn't Mark. His names Malachi. Ring any bells?" Thelma smiled and sat down on the floor with me, watching the living pass us. "Don't you think I know this?" "What will Ella say? Or do?" "How should I know? Last time she fell in love with him and she didn't come close to killing him. I almost had to do it myself!" I laughed and rested my head on her shoulder. "Let's go!" I said, I grabbed her hand and led her to a place I found the other day. It was abandoned and had burn marks all over the ceiling part of it. "I've been here! Its been ages since I saw it." It was another part of the old Medenham that survived the fire. There were secret passageways that led all around the school. Thelma knew her way around easily, she showed me the small hole that she drilled so she could film a guy named Jez, who took over as Dean for a few weeks, sleeping with one of the students that died in the fire. Roxanne I think was her name. I wondered off from Thelma for a little bit and found this passageway that led to the girls changing room by the indoor pool. I didn't pay much attention to the naked girls but more the water. "Having fun without me are we?" Thelma sneaked up behind me. I giggled and said "No, but I think you'd have a little to much fun here. When can we go?" "Uhh…" She looked at the small wrist watch on her arm "Now if you like. They stop performing autopsies at noon, coroner doesn't like to ruin his apatite after lunch." "Let's go then, lead the way El Cap-e-tan" "Alright shut up uber cow!" I scoffed and laughed "uber cow! Ouch! That hurt!" I slung my arm over her shoulder and she held onto it.

When we got to the morgue the security guard was already asleep. He had a bran muffin out which she grabbed and started munching on. "Go on! Pull one out and if you like the clothes, you can have them." "But…" I was suddenly feeling very squeamish. Thelma threw the muffin away, "Its alright. Everyone has to go through this if they want to get over they're death." I looked at her "And exactly how many ghosts have you done this to? Take to get new clothes I mean." "One but she's been gone for a long time. Now come on, pick a drawer! Any drawer." She looked like a show girl showing off a car, only it was dead people. "Ok uh… number 3." She opened the drawer and there were five slabs in there, all full. I went over and pulled out some bloke that had crushed his skull with his motorcycle. I looked him over, and took off his boots. They were just my size. They were the slide on type that looked like cowboy boots. "Alright now who next?" I pulled out another slab, this one was a old lady in her nightgown she died of a heart attack in her sleep. Me and Thelma looked at each other weird and pushed her back in. "Next!" I said. This one was perfect. The girl and the clothes, she had pale skin and never ending black hair, like mine. "I like it." "So do I, Can you turn around?" "Why?" I smiled "I think I just found my new clothes. Now please turn." Thelma turned around while I stripped naked in the middle of the morgue. "I don't see what your so worried about, its not like I haven't seen you naked before." Thelma put her hands on her hips and started tapping her foot. "I know, it's just I don't like it when people stare at me. Okay, you can look now." "That was quick." She turned around and saw me in my new clothes. They were a black wavy skirt that stopped mid-thigh and trailed off to my calve and a red and black swirled halter, I looked skinnier than I was and the skirt exposed my legs that Thelma drooled over. "So what do you think?" "I love it! You look amazing! I think you could use a new dew for this new outfit though." Thelma ran her fingers down my long hair, I was ready for a new hairstyle anyway. "Let's do it. Cut it all off." "Not all of it, we don't want you pulling a Britney spears now." I laughed "Alright, your turn. Pick a new outfit out." "But I just changed this morning." "So. Pick one." Thelma settled on a cute black dress with slacks and high heel boots. We left our clothes in a pile in the morgue, before we left I grabbed the motor dude's leather jacket. Thelma took me to a morticians shop down the block. "What are we doing here?" I whispered, I thought we might get caught even if no one could see us. "You wanted a haircut, so here we are. Come over here!" She sat me down and draped me with a cloth to keep the hairs from sticking to my new clothes. She grabbed the shears and a couple of different types of scissors and put them on a surgical tray that rolled around. "Don't worry I've watched these guys cut hair so much I could do it blindfolded." She grabbed a rubber band and asked me to put my hair up in a ponytail. I did, she then loosened it some till it was at the right length she wanted. She told me not to wiggle or it would be ruined. I was so still I could have beaten a statue in a standing contest. She cut off my ponytail and handed it to me. I was near tears, she had cut off 7 inches of my hair and there was more to come. When she was through with me I loved my hair. It was sort of a bob but it had bangs that I pushed to the side. It was layered and short, that was thing that I was still kind of scared about. The last time I had short hair like this I was 8. It was shorter than this, so short that I was mistaken as a boy, that was when I started to grow my hair out and now I loved my short hair. Thelma refused to let me cut her hair, she was liked her hair just the way it was. We walked back to Medenham, when we got back I told Thelma I didn't want to go inside "not just yet." I told her. I took her hand and walked around the lake with her. It was a beautiful clear night where you could see all the stars. We lay in the grass outside the stone gazebo and watched the stars sparkle. "There you are" I whispered to myself, I didn't think Thelma heard me but she did "Who?" "The little dipper, see over there." I pointed up to the cluster of stars that resembled a ladle in the sky. "Oh I see it." She had her face right next to mine, looking at what I was looking at, but instead of the stars I was looking her. She saw this too. "What?" She chuckled "Nothing." "What? Tell me." I kissed her again and whispered it to her. She was the only one in my world, nobody else could enter it. "I love you." That was the first time I told her that. I asked her to be my girlfriend nearly a year ago, and now here we were. Two dead ghosts, kissing each other on the grass next to the lake we were both found dead in. Funny how things happen huh?