Chapter 1
Pumpkins
She wasn't at school for the past few days, and I was beginning to get worried. I went to her house and no one would answer. I called her on the telephone, but I always got the answering machine. No one at school knew where she was, and it wasn't like her to miss class. I'd sit all through class, tapping my pencil nervously. I was scared about what might have happened to her. For as long as I've known her, I know she would never do something like this. It wasn't like her to just disappear and miss school without some kind of notice. I was worried. In the back of my mind I knew there was something wrong. Recently there had been some boys picking on her and making the last few weeks for her hell. They were so cruel. They would take her homework and shred it right in front of her. They sabotaged school reports and projects, tricked her friends into betrayal, and even killed her kitten. Hopefully she hadn't done anything drastic.
But she had. That is exactly what happened. Later on I had found out at school that she was dead. Allison, my best friend, had committed suicide. Dead? No, not Allison. Of all the people I knew, she was the least likely to do something like that. I didn't find it to be true at first, but it slowly became more real to me every day that I didn't see her. I was becoming worried. What if this was the truth? What if she really was gone? What would I do if she were. dead? The days passed slowly, and I finally convinced myself when I went to visit her house. She wasn't there, and the only greetings I received were those of crying parents. And while standing on the front doorstep of her house, watching her parents crying like children who's dog was just ran over by a car, it hit me. She was gone.
That night I sat in my bedroom. It was late, and my room was filled with darkness. I sat in the darkest corner and thought to myself. What had just happened? Did I really just lose my best friend? Allison, who had been there for me since I had first known her.was gone? Allison, the strongest person I knew, so brave and fearless, had committed suicide. And why.because some boys were picking on her. It didn't sound like the Allison I knew. If anything, it sounded like myself. If the one person I looked up to for all the answers and advice had suddenly done this, of all things, what would happen to my faith in her? I wanted to cry, but the tears just wouldn't come. I wasn't sad. Of all things.There was a feeling of vengeance inside of me. I didn't feel sorrow for the loss of Allison, but I felt a deep urge to make the score even. I knew that if I were to ask her if revenge was the right thing, she would disagree. But what was I to do? What was I suppose to do? The only good influence in my life had killed herself, and even though she wasn't there to steer me in the right direction, I knew what I was feeling wasn't the right thing. This wasn't like me, and I was beginning to scare myself. I decided to go for a walk. Even if it was late, there was one place that I always found to relieve me of stress. My pumpkin patch.
I sat in my backyard, with the pumpkins. I found it strange that, of all places, here was where I was most at peace with myself. Whenever I came here, nothing in the world could get to me. Even the thought of my best friend's death seemed to slip away into the darkness. I stared at the dark sky and shimmering stars above. I hadn't realized it was such a cold night. The wind was blowing briskly, shaking the trees and allowing the leaves to fall from them, dancing to the ground. It was magical almost, watching these tiny dancers swiftly and gracefully float to the ground below. They now lie on the pumpkins, blending a fiery red with the orange. I picked a leaf from its resting place, twirling it between my fingers. "Even after death it is still beautiful," I said to myself. "Just like you Allison." I looked back towards the pumpkin where I had disturbed the leaf. I placed it back and stared at it for a while. Something slipped into my mind, and I couldn't believe I had forgotten about it. I hadn't realized this, but tomorrow was Halloween.
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Kitaro~sama: Mweehee! Fun huh? I'm not sure why, but suicide seems to catch my interest. ^_^
Yami-Zoe: Only because you think of it so often. *glarepantglare*
Kitaro~sama: ....SHUSH! No one suppose to know! _
Ari-san: Two questions. When did Zoe stop chasing us and. What am I doing here!?
Kitaro~sama: Because. well.. Why did you stop?
Yami-Zoe: Asthma.. *pant*
Ari-san: No joke?
Kitaro~sama: And as for you, why not have you here! Maybe people will read your Kenshin ficcys!
Ari-san: Yea! They should read them, that they should. ^_^
Kitaro~sama: Oh. stop that. -_-;
Pumpkins
She wasn't at school for the past few days, and I was beginning to get worried. I went to her house and no one would answer. I called her on the telephone, but I always got the answering machine. No one at school knew where she was, and it wasn't like her to miss class. I'd sit all through class, tapping my pencil nervously. I was scared about what might have happened to her. For as long as I've known her, I know she would never do something like this. It wasn't like her to just disappear and miss school without some kind of notice. I was worried. In the back of my mind I knew there was something wrong. Recently there had been some boys picking on her and making the last few weeks for her hell. They were so cruel. They would take her homework and shred it right in front of her. They sabotaged school reports and projects, tricked her friends into betrayal, and even killed her kitten. Hopefully she hadn't done anything drastic.
But she had. That is exactly what happened. Later on I had found out at school that she was dead. Allison, my best friend, had committed suicide. Dead? No, not Allison. Of all the people I knew, she was the least likely to do something like that. I didn't find it to be true at first, but it slowly became more real to me every day that I didn't see her. I was becoming worried. What if this was the truth? What if she really was gone? What would I do if she were. dead? The days passed slowly, and I finally convinced myself when I went to visit her house. She wasn't there, and the only greetings I received were those of crying parents. And while standing on the front doorstep of her house, watching her parents crying like children who's dog was just ran over by a car, it hit me. She was gone.
That night I sat in my bedroom. It was late, and my room was filled with darkness. I sat in the darkest corner and thought to myself. What had just happened? Did I really just lose my best friend? Allison, who had been there for me since I had first known her.was gone? Allison, the strongest person I knew, so brave and fearless, had committed suicide. And why.because some boys were picking on her. It didn't sound like the Allison I knew. If anything, it sounded like myself. If the one person I looked up to for all the answers and advice had suddenly done this, of all things, what would happen to my faith in her? I wanted to cry, but the tears just wouldn't come. I wasn't sad. Of all things.There was a feeling of vengeance inside of me. I didn't feel sorrow for the loss of Allison, but I felt a deep urge to make the score even. I knew that if I were to ask her if revenge was the right thing, she would disagree. But what was I to do? What was I suppose to do? The only good influence in my life had killed herself, and even though she wasn't there to steer me in the right direction, I knew what I was feeling wasn't the right thing. This wasn't like me, and I was beginning to scare myself. I decided to go for a walk. Even if it was late, there was one place that I always found to relieve me of stress. My pumpkin patch.
I sat in my backyard, with the pumpkins. I found it strange that, of all places, here was where I was most at peace with myself. Whenever I came here, nothing in the world could get to me. Even the thought of my best friend's death seemed to slip away into the darkness. I stared at the dark sky and shimmering stars above. I hadn't realized it was such a cold night. The wind was blowing briskly, shaking the trees and allowing the leaves to fall from them, dancing to the ground. It was magical almost, watching these tiny dancers swiftly and gracefully float to the ground below. They now lie on the pumpkins, blending a fiery red with the orange. I picked a leaf from its resting place, twirling it between my fingers. "Even after death it is still beautiful," I said to myself. "Just like you Allison." I looked back towards the pumpkin where I had disturbed the leaf. I placed it back and stared at it for a while. Something slipped into my mind, and I couldn't believe I had forgotten about it. I hadn't realized this, but tomorrow was Halloween.
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Kitaro~sama: Mweehee! Fun huh? I'm not sure why, but suicide seems to catch my interest. ^_^
Yami-Zoe: Only because you think of it so often. *glarepantglare*
Kitaro~sama: ....SHUSH! No one suppose to know! _
Ari-san: Two questions. When did Zoe stop chasing us and. What am I doing here!?
Kitaro~sama: Because. well.. Why did you stop?
Yami-Zoe: Asthma.. *pant*
Ari-san: No joke?
Kitaro~sama: And as for you, why not have you here! Maybe people will read your Kenshin ficcys!
Ari-san: Yea! They should read them, that they should. ^_^
Kitaro~sama: Oh. stop that. -_-;