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Come with Me

Lily Randall - Smart, pretty and well liked. If you didn't know her, you'd think she was just a normal 15-year-old teenager. That's where you'd be wrong.

She and her life were anything but normal. Lily was a D.J in the popular underground radio station, Radio Free Roscoe. She and her three best friends, (Ray, Travis and Robbie) started it.

Their alias's?

Shady Lane, Pronto, Smog and Question Mark.

But even without that in her life wasn't normal.

In the past summer, her mother had died in a car crash. Her father did not take this very well. He resorted to drugs and alcohol. Beating Lily often, and sending both into depression. Whenever Lily was feeling down, she's steal some of her fathers drugs. After a few weeks, she was hooked. Craving to smoke some pot, or take some 'E', whatever she could get her hands on. Her friends tried to stop her…

But not even the one she loved could help.

The sweet, caring Lily Randall had disappeared. Leaving behind a bitter stoner falling into a depression. Her grades were slipping, her friends have given up on her… and she didn't notice. Shady Lane had disappeared as well… Leaving after getting hooked on drugs.

To Lily, life was a prison. The only way to escape was to die. She wanted to escape her prison.

During class, she wrote two identical notes for two of her friends. She also wrote a different note for her third friend…. The friend she loved.

After class, she delivered the notes and walked out the front door of Roscoe High and jogged home, praying to god that her father wasn't home. He wasn't.

Lily grabbed a knife and ran up to her room.

He had just read the note.

"Oh shit!" He whispered, and burst out the school doors, sprinting to Lily's house.

The knife was getting closer and closer until-

BAM!

"Lily! Don't do it!" He cried.

Too late.

He ran upstairs, saw her and started to sob.

"Come with me!" She begged. Handing him the blood stained knife. And so he joined her. Both curled up in a pool of blood. Their eyes were still wide open…. Staring, at each other.

The End

Author's Note:

Okay, I know that it was short…. And like really sad…. But the idea just came to me, and I HAD to write it! By the way, you can chose in your mind who he is. J Please R&R!