CHAPTER THREE XD

this one was actally VERY SAD to write, but so it must be...

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Linda stared at me, eyes wide. "B….B what is it?" she asked, coming closer to me. "NO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" I screamed. "Stay where you are Linda! Don't come closer! Don't see this!"

She blinked. "W-w-what?!" she asked. I stood, shaking, and walked slowly into the room. He hung himself…. I thought. What a way to go. I hadn't expected him to die this way. He had hung himself from the light with a rope he obviously got somewhere else. His face was covered with his blanket.

I touched his skin, it was still warm. "A….," I whispered. I looked up, and, against my better judgment, pulled the blanket off. His face was un-expectantly calm. Above his head I now saw his name….but they numbers were not there. "Aaron Applebottem…," I murmured to his body. As if to respond, his neck cracked. I shivered, thanking whatever God there was that I hadn't heard the snap that killed my beloved A.

I climbed up on the bed, and tried to untie the rope. My hands shook to much, so I took out a pocket knife we kept in a drawer, and cut him loose. I dragged his body to his bed, unwrapping the rope from his neck and laying him out on the bed, covering him with the blanket.

"B…" I heard Linda call. "I'm coming out Linda," I called. I walked over to the closet, taking out some new clothes, and with one last look at A's body, I walked out of the room, closing the door. Linda looked at me with sadness in her eyes.

"He's dead….isn't he.." she whispered. I blinked, nodding. "You, go wash up and get changed, I'll call Rodger," she said, walking down the hall.


Rodger shed a single tear when he saw A's body. A single tear! No more than that for him? I was disgusted by the fact, that all A got out of him was a tear! Rodger called L later that night. L would arrive in two days for the funeral.

I heard whispers around the orphanage about A for the days fallowing. The one that made me the angriest was about how A was only on his way to Hell, for no one who killed themselves was pure enough for Heaven.

L showed up Friday. A died Wednesday, the funeral was Sunday. L came to talk to me that night.

"Beyond?" He called into my room. "L," I mumbled the greeting. "I heard that you were the one to find the body," he said in a low voice. I looked up at him. He was obviously no older than 16. He stood slightly bending forward. His black hair was messy, and his eyes where large, like Panda eyes.

He obviously got little sleep.

"Yeah? What about it," I mumbled. "I knew it was going to happen." He gave me a strange look. "How? Did Aaron tell you?" he asked. I shook me head. "No…I just…kinda know these things."

"Why didn't you tell anyone then?" L asked. "You can stop what destiny already fated," I replied. "You can try," L replied. "It's murder to try!" I yelled. I then buried my head into my knees. I heard L walk out. It was going to be a long, long weekend.