The police came by and took the both of them away. Angela told her story and I told mine, Dave, Alvin, everybody came. Dave was coming back that afternoon, and made it back early. What a surprise, for him, to hear that we solved a murder and Eleanor got killed in the process. Brittney punched me in the face for getting her sister killed, but it simply wasn't the worse I could so to myself. They all cried as we went to the hospital. Me? I was numb at that point. I couldn't feel anything anymore. The next day was a complete blur as Mrs. Miller filled out the necessary papers. We were at the hospital. They were all asking me questions, but I couldn't hear anything. They just kept droning on.

"Theodore!" Brittney said through her tears. We were outside the morgue. I was sitting on the floor, Brittney was right next to me, Alvin was at her side, trying to pull her off, Jeanette was weeping softly in a corner with Simon. Mrs. Miller and Dave were talking to the Doctors, insurance agents, police, everyone. They would later tell me that her death lead to the arrests of everyone involved.

Robert had a gambling addiction, and it had gotten the better of him for a while. He went underground and dodged the authorities for years. When he was in deep with one of the underground organizations, they sent the man to kill him. Victor Rue, a French national, killed him. He had documents that led the authorities to his boss, and they shut down the entire ring. In death, she saved many more people.

In death, she sacrificed everything. She sacrificed herself, me and everyone else involved, but saved many more. She would have wanted it that way.

"Please Theodore, tell me what happened!" Why were you doing this! Why were you there!" Brittney was screaming and crying. Alvin was physically restraining her, "She's dead now, she's dead because of you!" That's when she let loose her fist on my face. I couldn't feel it.

"Brittney!" Alvin grabbed her and dragged her away, "You know this wasn't his fault! Please," he started to cry, "Please, leave him alone!" She started muttering something unintelligible and broke down again.

I stood up and left the room.

The next day, the police called me and I showed them to the body. The forest wasn't glowing blue, and the butterflies had disappeared. After digging for about then minutes, one of them hit something. They exhumed his skull. Robert, you did this. You killed her.

"Hey, boy," one of them called to me, "How did you know he was here?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," it was the first thing I had said since she died.

He laughed, and I shot him a dirty look. He got serious again, "When you've worked in this business for as long as I have, you've heard anything."

I took a deep breath, "Well, his spirit tormented me with headaches and hallucinations for a month or so until he finally physically manifested himself and attacked me. He told me where he was, where his sister was and charged me with the task of finding his wife. I went off in search of his wife, which would let him move on to another plane or some shit and then Eleanor got killed after his sister got threatened by the murder to tell him where I was. Robert Swaim is a greedy piece of shit who's gotten three people killed and has ruined roughly ten lives. You may see this as an accomplishment, being able to clear one more cold case, but, for me, I hope he rots in hell. He killed the love of my life, officer. I rather you leave the remains here, I want to piss on them," The officer gave me a strange look and I started to walk out of the forest.

"Theodore, are you ever going to tell us what happened?" Simon asked as we sat at the dinner table.

"Simon, please—" Dave said.

I interrupted him, "I'll field this question, Dave. Simon, have you ever had someone take something so precious to you that you wanted to die? I literally have no reason for existence right now. I want to sleep. I just want to sleep. When I stop wanting to go to sleep all day, I'm going to tell you why we did what we did."

Dave looked worried, "Theodore, I have you scheduled for an appointment with a psychologist tomorrow."

"Why would I need to go to a psychologist Dave? I already found out that I'm not crazy."

"You just described what people feel like when they are depressed, Theo," Alvin said.

"I'm going to bed now," I said as I got up.

"It's 7 p.m," Dave interjected.

"I know," I ran upstairs with Alvin and Simon following me. I wanted to fall asleep. I ran into my room and locked the door. They started to pound on the door, calling my name, but I paid them no attention. I went through my backpack which I hadn't touched since that day at school. I found the bag. The painkillers were in it, "Maybe they can really take away the pain," I took them all. I wonder what the LD50 is? Whatever. The more I take, the more I won't feel. I started to drift to sleep.

"Theodore," A woman was calling to me. Was it in my dreams? Was it reality? "Theodore!" I was jolted awake, but I wasn't in my bed. I was in class, at my desk.

"What? Where the fuck am I?"

"You're in class," a voice said behind me. There wasn't anyone there, just me, and whoever this was. I turned around, "Eleanor," I stood up and ran to her. I got to her and put my arms around her, only to fall straight through her.

"It doesn't work like that anymore, Teddy."

I started to cry, "I'm sorry."

"I know, but now's not the time for that," she said. She was always so strong, so serious.

"What do you mean?" I said through the tears.

"You need to go talk to Robert?"

"No! Fuck him! He got you killed, remember?" I said as a pounded my fist on the ground.

"You need to go talk to him, and you need to wake up."

"I don't want to," I said as I got close to her, "I can be with you here, I can just, I can just sleep all day."

"Theodore, you know how close you got to killing yourself today? You need to go talk to Robert, get some closure."

"I just want to be with you," I said.

"I know, but, for now, you need to wake up."

I woke up; lying in my bed with the bad the pills were in. I looked at the clock. It was 4 a.m., Monday morning. I needed to go talk to Robert, then I would go to sleep, and be with her forever.

I went to my car and drove to the forest. The blue light was gone, and so were the police. I went through the police tape and made my way back to where he used to lay. He couldn't be here. He's moved on, right?

I looked around myself, "Robert!" I yelled. How am I supposed to talk to him? "Robert!" There was no response. I went to his shallow grave and looked at the dirt. His bones were gone, and so was he.

"Theo, thank you," A blue butterfly dropped on my shoulder.

I slapped the butterfly and killed it, "Go fuck yourself Robert, you got Eleanor killed."

"I know," another one landed on my shoulder, "I'm sorry."

"You're sorry? Well that's cute. You got your wife killed, then the love of my life killed. You destroy lives wherever you go, don't you? Robert, when I go home, I'm going to go back to sleep, find wherever you are, and re-kill you…" I kept going on and on; I started to make less and less sense as my tirade continued. I didn't notice all of the butterflies had returned, "with a blow torch and a pair of pliers, Robert!"

"I know, and I feel really bad about all of this, Theodore, so I'm going to level with you. I'm going to make everything right, you just need to go back to sleep."

"What?"

"Lie down."

"I'm not going to listen to you, I'm not going to let you do anything else to me," as soon as I said that my knees buckled, "What are you doing?" The butterflies landed around my collapsed body.

"Just go to sleep."

I felt something cool on my face. It was, it was water. I opened my eyes. The sky over my head was overcast, and it dripped cold drops of water onto my face. I was soaked. I looked around me. I was back home, in my back yard. The grass was cool under my body. I felt myself. I felt whole, I think. Was I awake? I went inside. The house was dark, nobody was in it. I walked to the kitchen, Simon was sitting at the table, reading the paper.

He looked up at me, "Whoa, Theo, did you just outside?"

"Where's Alvin?" I asked, "Where's Dave?"

He laughed, "Dave's not going to be back for like a week, and you know that. As for Alvin, I think he's in the shower."

"What? Dave came home yesterday."

"Dave's getting home on Sunday. Are you feeling alright?"

"It's Monday, then, isn't it?"

He looked worried, "Yeah it is. Are you sure you're fine?"

I ran out the door. My feet were in an intense pain. I neglected to wear shoes. The rain started to obscure my vision. I ran down the street and Eleanor's house was facing me. I ran around the house and looked in the windows. Everyone seemed fine. They weren't crying. I couldn't see Eleanor, though. I ran to the front door and rang to door bell. Footsteps approached, and the door opened.

A very shocked Eleanor opened the door. She was, she was alive, "Theo! What are you doing here so early? We don't leave for another hour. And you're soaked, what's going on."

"I'm not sure, but I'm so happy you're here."

She laughed, "Why wouldn't I be? I live here after all."

I laughed nervously, "Yeah," she has no recollection of what happened. Nobody does. It was like I was thrust back in time by Robert," I have something to show you, actually. That's why I'm here, I have something to show you."

We drove back to Robert's grave. She was asking questions the entire ride there, "Theodore, where are we going? We're going to be late for school, and I have a test today."

"It's somewhere, you may know." I said. We approached the edge of the forest.

"This is so familiar, how did you know Mrs. Miller used to take us here when we were younger?"

"Just a hunch," we got out of the car. The rain had stopped. We went through the forest, getting to his grave.

"Theo, How do you know all of this?"

"Do you really not remember?"

"What are you talking about?" She really didn't know. What had I just experienced? Was it all a dream? Is this a dream? I, can't know. I don't know. I'm at a crossroads now. I can't really know if this is a dream or not. I either have to except that I'll never have a grasp on reality and pretend to be normal or continue to question everything. Which one is easier?

"Nothing," A blue butterfly flew between us and flew towards the canopy, "I guess it was something I dreamt."

I would like to hear what you think ended up happening here, so review with theories. The much darker (probably) Idolatry will be coming out soon, and for those people who read my other stuff, i'm sorry but I haven't been working on Our Ill Will because i've been doing this whole thing.