Shane is… dead… The big giant light fixture fell on top of him… He didn't die instantly. He suffered. The last words he said to me were. I love you. I could have died. He told me before that he had a present for me and it was a mystery. He said it was in his shirt pocket. Once he died, I took it out. It was a gold necklace… a cross. I recognized it from somewhere. I couldn't move once he was dead. Everyone was gathered around us. Summer left in tears. I just sat there looking at the only person I had ever let close enough to me to love. I swore then and there, that I would never let any one love me, again
6 weeks later
"Come on. You have got to get over this." Summer was trying to persuade me to go to the mall with her. I didn't want to because that was the first date Shane and I had. I had gone into a state of severe depression. Cutting and what not. Summer flipped out and took my razors and made me wear long sleeved shirts and stuff till they healed. They still left long lace like scars all over my wrist. I kept telling her that it was no big deal and that I could just wrap some gauze around it and be fine, but she wouldn't let that happen. She came over every day and doctored me. I look back on that now and thank her, silently.
"Please will you come?" She asked pleadingly.
"I'm sorry, I'm just not ready for that." I replied sincerely
"Well, fine then. Stay here and pout over your dead boy friend. See if I care!" She ran out of the room.
"3, 2, 1." I thought in my mind. At the end of one, she came rushing back into the room.
"I'm so sorry!"
"It's fine." I replied. "Why don't you help me figure out the "mystery" behind this necklace?"
"Sure." She sat down on the floor next to me. I had my laptop and several books and paper scattered randomly across the floor in front of me. "The first thing you need to do is get organized." She said looking around at the mess I'd made.
"Yes, mother." I replied. Some friends and I had started joking around with her a month back that she was our mom because she always cleaned up after us after we ate lunch. Some times she would come over to my house and clean my room for 7 and a half hour. Yea. She takes good care of us. She started picnicking up the papers and books.
"What do you think it could mean?"
"I have no clue." I said looking blankly at the necklace. Then it came to me. I opened The Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux (I'm not sure if I spelled that right. You can yell at me if I didn't) I flipped to the back where it had pictures of things, the phantom's mask, Christine's rose, Raoul's fopness… There it was… the necklace… It didn't talk about it very much; it said that he was disappointed in her because she couldn't figure out the mystery behind it… I thought about it and kept reading the text under the picture. "… a gold cross made by Erik for his one true love, Christine. It represented the love he had for her. The love that could have filled 4 hearts…" Wow. That was really badly written and cheesy. I looked back down at the necklace. 4 hearts… 4 hearts… I found a teeny, tiny clasp on the very top of it. I undid it. It unfolded into 4 hearts. Like a key of sorts…
"Well, I think I just figured it out! Summer, pack your bags. The school year is over, and we are going to Paris."
Just because I know I am going to get like a million and a half freaking people telling me about how there were no pictures in there and how there wasn't even a necklace… and How I said that one part twice… I don't care… lol thanks that's just part of the story! Lol