So, I finished writing this, and it turns out to be eleven chapters. I was going to go farther, but it seemed right to end it where I did. So, read on, only a few chaps left.
Summer Roberts didn't know where she was going, but it was hopefully somewhere safe.
And then it hit her. It wasn't hard, but soft. Someone was holding her under a tree where he gave her his heart. Someone was whispering in her ear just like he did.
"I love you," he whispered in Summer Roberts' ear. It was July 13th, and they were walking. It was raining, and shelter was the tree.
"I know that," Summer Roberts giggled and they had a passionate kiss. They had exactly six months left of happiness.
An accident would occur in six months, not that far from where they were.
"You know that I'd do anything for you?" she never understood why he said all those things that night. He just had a feeling.
"Yeah..." Summer Roberts looked into his eyes and felt safe.
"I would die for you, Summer," and they kissed again before running out into the rain.
Summer Roberts shut her eyes and left more tears cascade down her sullen face.
"I love you."
Her eyes opened and scanned around. She heard something. The embrace she had felt came back to her, and she knew. He was there.
Closing her eyes, she could see him. She wanted to stay in this dream forever. In the dream, he was alive and she was safe and life was good.
"I love you too," she said to him, and the embrace slowly let go. "Please don't go," she pleaded with the ghost, but it didn't work.
'I'm sorry."
Soft lips touched hers and then he was gone.
Flurries of clouds were covering the asphalt, and she stared up into the blank white sky.
Four years ago he died, and now he was saying goodbye.
Sanford Cohen lifted his sobbing wife up, who continued to mutter "my baby." They would head now to the hospital to see their other son, who wasn't dead, but near it.
Kirsten Cohen felt emotionally drained. Her son was now in the ground, and it was supposedly the "time to heal."
A funeral party was being held at their house, but neither felt like going. Marisa Cooper left his grave in tears and got in the limo. The Cohens would have had the limo come back, but they couldn't. It was a silent ride back to the church.
Marissa Cooper found Summer Roberts' car. She luckily had the keys. She would have to drive around to find her best friend. But she didn't mind. It prolonged the time they would have to go to the party.
Summer Roberts had fallen down, letting the snow grace her pale face. She had never felt more alone in her life. No one could understand the pain she constantly felt. Her life was one endless darkness that she'd never find the light.
He had been the light.
A car's headlights shone on the tree and she stared at it. Irony. She needed a light, a happiness, and lights came. Just not the right kind.
"Thank God," Marissa Cooper got out and ran to her friend.
"I'd rather not," Summer Roberts was hugged by her best friend.
"Sum, come on. We have to go," they pretended to be okay, but both were ready to fall apart. The loss of their best friend left them so empty.
"I don't want to," Summer Roberts objected to her best friend, but was coerced to go.
She began to think about him, and how she regretted never taking him right back when he messed up.
The ride went quickly and soon, the car was in front of the Cohens' house. Summer Roberts did not want to be here. This was her worst nightmare. She was trying to avoid this house with all she could.
And up in his window, there was nothing. But for a second, she thought she saw him like she always would. He waved to her, but she told herself it was a mind trick. Or rather, as he would say, a "Jedi Mind Trick."
Suddenly, she began to shake with fear. All that she could see was the accident, and him. In the casket. Dead. Alone. He had left her dead inside and alone.
A long time ago, when she was way too young, before her parents divorced, she dreamed of her true love. He was right out of the magazines, and he'd sweep her off her feet, and they'd live happily ever after.
Never would she think he would be the one. Yet he was perfect. He had loved her so much, and she never saw him. But he was the one.
Soon, she was being directed by Luke Ward and Zachary Stephens to the house. She fought it, because it'd be real. How could you go into his house when he just died? He was gone. He'd never come back.
Summer Roberts was practically a rag doll. She was so weak, and they were lifting her into the house.
Marissa Cooper was breaking down at the wheel of the car. She hated this situation so much. Snow was growing thick on the roads. They'd be trapped here. Trapped in a dead boy's home.
It was so strange to think of him as dead. He just wasn't that person. You expected to see him the next day.
Her doe eyes had mascara smeared around them. Bags grew bigger. Pupils grew smaller by the light. How could light shine through such a dark day? He was dead. Why did it seem so temporary? She couldn't get it in her head that he was dead. Or she had it in her head too much.
Everyone stared as Summer Roberts was led to the couch and laid down. You couldn't look at her without crying. She shook violently. He had laid there. He had been here. She wanted him so bad.
The house held memories of a wanted world. They lived in an unimaginable darkness.
The weather grew warm, and melted the clouds into a flood. It was trying to wash away the memories of him and let them move on. But she didn't want to move on, she wanted to move back.
Marissa Cooper tried to regain her composure, but everything was so overwhelming. How could he gone? How could he be dead? Just last week at this time he was making stupid sarcastic comments about her and her mother. So how could he be gone?
Her head rested on the steering wheel. It was time to go in. But she couldn't. There was a force holding her back. She'd go in that house and see all the memories of him and his brother. She had tried to suppress all these feelings, but nothing would be the same. Her friend was dead.
"Are you gonna be okay? Marissa Cooper lifted her skeletal head. Luke Ward was standing by her window, in the pouring rain.
"Can you just leave me alone?" she asked of her old boyfriend.
"No, Marissa, come on," he opened the door and reached over to unbuckle her seatbelt. She didn't object yet, she was too weak.
"Stop it, I'm fine," she began to try and get away from him. But she couldn't, for he had lifted her up. "Luke, stop. I mean it," but he kept going. "Luke, please."
"You have to get inside," he held onto her as she fought him.
"Luke!" Marissa Cooper pushed herself out of his arms and fell to the ground. The fall stung, but she didn't notice it. She was sobbing by now.
"What are you doing?" Luke Ward was awestruck.
"I don't want to go in there. I can't," she held herself, her hands cupping her elbows.
"Why not?" Luke Ward tried to be calm, but he was losing patience.
"Because he's gone! There are too many memories! I can't go in there. Not yet," she yelled at him, with tears pouring on them all. The sky cried for their pain.
"Maris, it's gonna be okay. You'll get through this," he felt sick looking at her. She had changed so much since he left. He pitied her.
"No, I won't!" Marissa Cooper tried to run off, but he stopped her. She pushed him off her and headed to the backyard. She wanted memories of her lover.
Her hands shook as they gripped the handle and turned it. The doors swung open and it showed a dark and lonely pool house.
He was gone, lying in a cold, sad, and blank hospital room with his parents watching over him, waiting for him to wake up. Kirsten Cohen was holding his hand as her husband talked to him. There was no movement, no nothing. He could hear them, but no one knew that. He didn't even either. It went into him, but it didn't register. He was dead to the world.
There ends this chap. I updated this and Scarred Youth at the same time, so go read that if you didn't already!