A/N: Guess what you guys better love me im skipping physics homework for you, I don't know the ending so you'd better coment or e-mail me to help me out. Or maybe im playing with you're heads, but Im not like that… or am I
I could still feel my heart beating and my chest rising and falling, my mind racing as much as I tried to let go I knew this wasn't the end. I knew it couldn't just end here an unhappy ending with tears a lost love and a rampaging murder still loose. My mind ran through thoughts and fantasy's trying to make everything work out and move on past this, Past Koby in general. I grabbed my clothing and dared to open my eyes, my vision filled with the ugly face I have tried to wish away. I grabbed my sleeves and felt the material of my shirt trying to remind myself that I could get past this. My throat was dry and scratchy as I tried to make up a lie quickly in my head.
"You know I made it up" I blurted quickly sounding pretty serious, "I mean I admit that I've been overly cruel but you hurt me, you know you did" I put on a dramatic pause and rose my hand to touch his disgusting face.
"You lie" he said quickly looking at me his eyes filled with anger and confusion.
"You know I only met him in hopes to would somehow make you jealous, in hopes you'd come back... just to see you again, maybe even have you hold me like you used to" I said looking as genuine as I could and attempting to hide the hatred in my eyes, that I knew that was plenty prominent especially now.
"I know you you're waiting for him, to come through that door; I should just kill you now. And not have to hear this I know it's all a lie, I'm not that bloody dumb!" he said getting angered maybe, I couldn't tell nor did I care, I would try and stall him. Try to make him feel bad, like I was pitiful make him take mercy I don't know I just knew this is what I had to do. I inhaled trying to relax.
"You know that I'm telling the truth, you know this isn't a lie" I sighed this wasn't going far at all.
"I can't tell you what to think, I don't even know what to think, but you know what's right" I said voice stammering and staring straight into the devil's eyes.
"You know you're smart, but not smart enough to beat me. Not Smart Enough to Say I'M wrong, I've lived to long" he said he sounded miserable while saying these things, and I felt something, maybe empathy maybe all the hatred I've ever had for him was boiling to the point where it was unstoppable.
"How have managed to look sad, you Never do, you never, all the time I've known you and that's too long, but I've only ever seen you look two ways, TWO!, you've looked like you've hated the world and the specific person you're looking at, which was mostly me. And you've looked pitiful, when you've been planning to kill someone, you don't think I know you! I know you too well" I said almost yelling, not really having a plan for how this is going to work out later, or if I'm going to see later.
"I don't know whether to smack you or to tell you. Like a huge final goodbye and tell you why I'm such a horrible person, like classically the big plans of the bad evil guy before the good guy trumps or dies. I've never given an explanation, it would be best to think I'm sick and twisted, sadistic or just a cold blooded murder, you haven't seen this for this long I can't see a reason to tell you're sorry ass what is a matter with my head. All these thoughts all these murders going through my head to the point where my eyes water thinking about them. I'm the devil's child I should be killed, I've dreamt about being murdered to go, and see my family. People think were all bad people out to kill. We just want to live, half of us don't want to be this way, this is frustrating, to the point I want to rip off my skin and live someone else's life! I want to be with the people who actually deserved to live!, My mother!, Killed. KILLED by my father, That sick bastard took the only thing from my life that was keeping me this way, That bound me to life, that Made me want to keep living, then the night he killed my mother he found me trying to hang myself in my basement. He turned me this way, He bound me to life. He bound me to everything I didn't wanted to be with and took away the one thing I needed. I can't kill myself. And I have yet to find another to kill me, none can who tries, and everyone who can pled that it's logically and emotionally wrong, But I want death. The only thing that seems to be able to give me that is killing you... Landon will come because he loves you and again ill play out the bad person who took an innocent's person's life. He'll have no choice but to kill me and let my tainted blood spill" He looked at me distraught and miserable, out of place and completely confused.
I still hated him. I could feel it, one of those things as much as you felt sorry for a person that shame I wanted to help him but I knew I couldn't, I couldn't magically summon all my strengths and kill him. Wipe him off his knees and send him to his mother. I couldn't erase his past or kill his father or make his life better. I wasn't going to play god and decide his life isn't worth living.
"I can only listen, I can't say I have experience with a horrible home, or pretend my life is easy or say I haven't thought about killing myself many times. But if you need to kill someone bad enough just because you want to die, take someone's innocent life, and turn it horrible. take a person who wants to live, Who wants to grow older and see there children's birthday or even have kids, if you think you have that right then take mine, but promise it will stop here, get Landon to avenge me that old cliché, don't find love have children or care about my life that you've wrecked and torn and battered beyond repair. Kill me if it will make life seem worth it" I said I had enough; guessing that he would raise a cold blade and that would be the end of me. The Death of my love, my friends the one chance I had to fix my life. My voice was hoarse and mind racing I had basically given my life to a murderer in order for him to die and live happy. I drew a breath a plea to continue my life, to marry Landon maybe have children; see Alyssa continue her life happy and beautiful. I could feel tears stain wet tracks down my face my heart aching and my mind running through my wedding vows which apparently I have thought of. I cried almost as much as when I heard that phone call, the coldness crept as I sobbed and sobbed.
"Why are you crying?" he seemed genuinely confused as this was a huge inconvenience that he hadn't seen
"You're killing me and more people. Then you think I'm meant to marry Landon have kids and suppose to live for longer than this." Tears were still welling in my eyes and fell down my cheeks. "I'm not ready to die, I haven't lived my life enough..." my sob consumed my voice. I cried and hammered my fists on the floor and a headache began to devolve.
"If I were to let you go freely, would you kill me? Could you take my life, would you take my life to have you're wedding, children, grandchildren and see Alyssa grow as well" he said looking at me, no emotion in his face almost as thought he was asking for a sandwich.
"I don't think I could" I burst out in tears again; I knew I couldn't kill someone it was impossible, I had trouble dissecting frogs let alone a murder.
"Well goodbye." He said as I cried, he kissed my forehead and I moved my right hand in a cross over my heart, my body. I prayed, telling god to say goodbye to Landon and how much I love him, and how I couldn't have lived a day without Alyssa, I wished my enemy the man who I had hated more than anything in my life. I wanted a last kiss from the man I loved, a last touch that last stomach turning desire for a last kiss a last goodbye. A last anything …
The coldness, speed into my body, making my organs shutter and begin to slow my heart losing the willingness to pump, and my mind beginning to get fuzzy, as my vision began to fade slowly, I saw Landon come through the door, and Koby got up, he explained something which I couldn't hear. He bent beside me and kissed my forehead and held me tight, so close to his body I could almost feel warmth. The tears stopped from my eyes, and I saw nothing but dark, I kissed him. I wanted to stay with him or be buried with me.