MELISSA AND REX
Dess always got a chill when she passed the old cemetery, and not from being cold. Believe it or not, Dess didn't even get a chill knowing that hundreds of bodies were buried under the cold, damp ground in Bixby Cemetery either. Dess got a chill because she felt as if her mind was being read. Dess had never believed in God or Heaven until she visited her friend's grave for the very first time. All Dess had ever believed in was Math. Math would save the world, Dess would always say. But when Dess had visited Melissa's grave for the very first time, she knew that there was a lot more to the world than Math. Melissa's spirit had read Dess' mind. Melissa had even told Dess something from beyond the grave. Melissa had told Dess of her traumatic death. Dess slowed the car down and shook violently as she remembered how Melissa had died. Melissa had always loved Rex; she had loved him so much. Rex had always loved Melissa too, before the accident, before his mind was changed, before his mind became half human, half monster. Rex was alright for years after the accident – like any darkling, he feared a world that was a high-tech paradise, he sometimes even feared humans, but he controlled his emotions. But sometimes, human interaction became too much for Rex. Rex had hated it when Melissa would even hold his hand. His instincts would tell him to attack her, the one whom he had loved so much. And one day, Rex did exactly what his instincts told him. Rex killed Melissa. Rex killed her on their wedding night. With one swift hit with a complementary champagne bottle, Melissa had crumpled on the floor in a heap, her life ended forever. And then Rex had fled. Tears streamed down Dess' face as she saw images of Melissa's death, and popped one of her anti-depressant pills into her mouth. Anti-depressants were all that kept Dess going these days.