I jumped as the fire burnt the tip of my boot. Oh god. This is not the way that I wanted to die. Not like this.
"Jesse," I screamed above the roaring of the fire. Jesse was still down, wincing as I stepped on his hand. "Get up Jesse!"
His lips twitched as if he was trying to tell me something. The fire crackled as I threw in a piece of paint that was peeling from the wall.
"Jesse! We need to get outta here!" I squeaked. "I can't dematerialize."
He didn't move. Oh my god! Was he dead? Is that even possible to be dead after being dead?
The room burnt, you could smell the smoke. I coughed. "Jesse! Get up!"
"S-" he finally showed a sign of life, well death life, but whatever. "Susannah, I-I'm s-s-sorry." He winced. "I never meant to hurt you-"
My mouth fell open, "Sorry for what Jesse, what are you talking about? We don't have time for this!"
"Listen to me," he groaned. "I never meant to hurt you. I didn't realize the damage that I have done. You were so hurt, I couldn't live up to what I have done. (AN: haha, live up to what he have done.) I'm sorry, I never meant to hurt you . . ."
"Shut up Jesse!" I squealed as the fire grew closer. "I'm over that! You hurt me, and made me miserable for 4 years, I will never forgive and forget!" I screamed. I hate this. Why is he doing this to me now? What is it with men and their bad timings?
It starts with
One thing, I don't know why
It doesn't even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind
I designed this rhyme
To explain due time
All I know
Time is a valuable thing
Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings
Watch it count down 'till the end of the day
Clock ticks life away
It's so unreal
You didn't look out below,
Watch the time go right out the window
Tryn' to hold on
Didn't even know, I wasted it all
Just to watch you go
I kept everything inside
And even though I tried
It all fell apart
What it's meant to be
Will, eventually be,
A memory of a time,
When I tried so hard and got so far
But in the end, it doesn't even matter . . .
I had to fall, to loose it all . . .
But in the end, it doesn't even matter . . .
One thing, I don't know why
It doesn't even mather how hard you try
Keep that in mind
I designed this rhyme
To remind myself
How I tried so hard . . .
Dispite the way you were mocking me
Acting like I was part of your property
Remembering all the times you fought with me
I'm surprised it got so far
Things aren't the way they were before
You wouldn't even recognize me anymore
Not that you knew me back then
But it all comes back to me
In the end . . . You kept everything inside
And even though I tried it all fell apart
What it meant to be, will
Eventually, be a memory of a time
When I tried so hard,
And got so far,
But in the end, it doesn't even matter
I had to fall, to loose it all
But in the end, it doesn't even matter
I've put my trust in you
Pushed as far, as I can go
For all this
There's only one thing you should know
I've put my trust, in you
Pushed as far as I can go
For all this
There's only one thing you should know...
I tried so hard,
And got so far,
But in the end, it doesn't even matter
I had to fall, to loose it all,
But in the end, it doesn't even matter
He grimaced, "I'm trying to apologize, Suze."
"And I'm trying to get out of here!"
The fire drew closer, until it burnt me shoes. I screamed in pain . . .
. . . until it burnt my skin. Which didn't burn. I ran a hand through the fire. It wasn't real. Some kind of hallucination.
I trudged trough the fire, with one hand on my hips, mad that I got fooled by the fake fire, and the other pulling Jesse alone with me.
I kicked the door open. Nobody. They're all gone. Great, just me and Jesse. Thanks a whole lot Paul.
I dropped Jesse howling on the ground. This place was so abandoned, it was so old, and well . . . ugly. Matches Jesse's expression.
"Jesse," I said pulling my hands on my hips. "Get up. Stop being such a baby." I said with a eye roll.
He squirmed. God. Sorry. "Um, are you okay, Jesse?" I asked finally. Um, he really do look hurt. Kinda.
Oh god. I really feel bad. Is he like that, because he's . . . well, hurt? I mean mentally. I really did yell at him for apologizing. "Oh my god, Jesse, are you okay? I'm so sorry," I said bending down next to him.
He coughed. Blood. Is that possible. Him coughing up blood? Ghost? Blood?
"Ohmigod! Jesse! What the hell is wrong! Are you okay? Do you want me to get Paul or something?" Then I just realized what I said. "Paul," I scoffed. When have Jesse and Paul ever worked together? And I've got no idea where the hell Paul is anyway. But Paul is the only one that would help Jesse, I mean, he knows much more about this mediator stuff than I do.
"Jesse, hang on," I said as he groaned coughing up more blood.
"Paul!" I screamed in my mind.
A glimmer of red lights fell in front of me. "What!" Paul asked in annoyance.
I pointed at Jesse.
Paul gave a disgusted look, "What's wrong with him?"
"Duh!" I screamed mad that Paul isn't doing anything to help Jesse. "Can't you see that he's coughing up blood."
"Yeah, I can see that. So?"
"So!" I screamed feeling frustrated. "So! He'd dying! Well, not dying, but kinda dying! For Gods Sake! He's coughing up blood, Paul!"
"I'll take care of this," he said with an easy smirk. He muttered a few rhymes that I could not understand.
Jesse was still groaning on the floor, but thank god he's not coughing anymore. Chelsea suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
"What's wrong with him?" she asked kicking Jesse's head with her shoes.
"HEY! Watch it!" I screamed.
Paul chuckled. I shot him a glare. "It'll just take some time for him to get back to normal."
He said normal. When was Jesse ever normal. He'd dead.
I stepped out into the back yard of the factory, which is now all ruined after all the years. Fresh air feels so good. It was cool outside, the gentle breeze carried my hair. I smiled. This feels nice. Just me. Alone.
I have changed after Jesse coughed on my new boots and with the smoke ruining my blouse. Now, I'm wearing a mini skirt with a pink laced Tee. I felt good. All I needed is fresh air, after all that.
Now I know this place isn't as safe as the Wise Father says it is. "Just talk to a few ghost about the Mediator," he said before we left.
I chuckled. Just talk to a few ghosts. He never said to fight off a few ghosts.
"Suze." A voice behind me called out.
I swirled around, letting my hair whip me in the face. "What are you doing here?"
"Fresh air," he said grinning at me. "The atmosphere is just so tense back there."
I smiled at myself. It's funny how fate just repeats itself. I never thought that I'd ever see Paul ever again, but who ever would have known that I'd be working for him.
I was really mad, I didn't get the job offer. Who do those God Damn people know anyway.
My parents were all like, "Suze, you're gonna get a job to support yourself."
I was so stupid to think that I could do it. They thought they could just cut off my allowance and I could just get a job.
So, here I am in Seattle, trying to get a job. Driving my lousy car that I borrowed from my mom, though she doesn't even know I borrowed it. Because she's totally freak if I ask her, since I did not even get my driver's license yet.
So I was really mad that they did not hire me. God, who do they think they are. I was driving like 90 miles per hour, since there was nobody else was on the road. I was just driving the anger off.
And BAM!
I got hit. Great. Yeah, thanks a lot air bag. This is just my lucky day.
"Damn!" I snarled at the car front. There's a huge dent. Yeah, my parents are gonna kill me. If they can get to me! I mean, C'mon, they still live in Carmel, and I'm here in Seattle.
"Hey, are you okay? I'm sorry I dented your car," a voice hustled up beside me, as I cursed myself.
"No thanks to you!" I screamed pissed. "My car is now de-"
"Well well well, if it isn't Susannah Simon," he said flashing a smirk that I thought I would never have to see ever again. "How are you doing?" He held out his huge hand.
"Paul Slater," I said rolling down the window, peeking out at Paul. I felt my forehead, it was gashing with blood. God thanks you, Paul. He smiled looking satisfied. "YOU BROKE MY CAR! AND YOU KNOW WHAT? I DON'T EVEN HAVE A DRIVER'S LICENCE! AND NOW, I'M FUCKING BLEEDING!"
"Chill Suze," he said with an easy smile. "I'll pay for the repair, and I'll drive you out of this mess."
"And what are you doing here anyway?" I hissed, angry knowing that he's a bigshot, and he could just pay for everything with his pitless moneyhole.
He smirked down at me, leaning against the car door. "I run a business here. And I live here. What are you doing here?"
"Uh, you run a business here?" I asked . . .
And that's how I started working for Paul. He's been a really good boss. Really. I mean, he hasn't really done any . . . thing. It's all business. Yep. Just business.
I looked around the back yard, it suddenly turned chilling. I shivered. The plants died down, the sun was no longer warming.
I stared into Paul's chilling blue eyes. And I was trapped.
"What the hell did you do to me, Paul?" I hissed, not able to move at all.
"Suze," he smirked inching foward. "Help me out here, did Rico Suave dump you, or you just got tired of the ghost hunting your place, so you moved here with me in Seattle. Or does it have something to do with the flirty Taylor."
"That's none of your business, Paul!" I screeched. "God! Why don't you go flirt with that butthead Taylor some more."
He chuckled. "Suze, you don't get it, do you? Jesse never loved you," he dug his jean pocket and pulled out a slip of paper. "Read this."
The Great Birth of the De Silvas.
Great Hector De Silva died 2 years ago
without a trace. Since today, his fiancee
never talked about the De Silvas, until she
found herself pregnant with Hector's baby . . .
"What's this suppose to mean?" I stared down at the paper. "She can't possibly be pregnant with Jesse's kid, because she already married-" but then I knew. I knew what this meant. What Jesse hid from me . . . What really happened . . .
"Suze, your just a part of his game," Paul said smugly. "He never did love you. You fell for his trap. I tried telling you, but you never gave me a chance, until you got hurt yourself."
"Paul," I said shaking my head. "You think I'm just gonna fall for another one of your setups, but guess what, I'm over Jesse. You guys are just another part of my history." I added. "Which I'm over!"
He chuckled. "And this?"
He tipped up my head, and well . . . Um, he kinda . . .
. . . kissed me.
Which I did not say that I kissed him back! I certainly did not.
I mean, C'mon, I still have some dignity! I'm not a slut! He's my boss after all.
Okay, well, maybe I did a little. I don't know why, I haven't felt with way since . . . I was last loved. Then I realized . . .
I broke off with Paul.
. . . I'm pathetic. Just hopelessly in love. I've been hurt too many times for with. I don't even know what love means anymore. I don't even know myself anymore.
He smirked. Because I did exactly what he wanted me to do.
"I-I have to go."
