A/N Hello everyone. So even though I'm working on 11 fanfics I still want to focus on doing a good job. Along with Burning Memories, I have to deal with more muture content in my fanfic, but I actually like writing that kind of stuff so why should complain? So fot the next probably 11 chapters will be about how Mcy learns everyone dirty little secret (the last one will have two characters since they are linked.) Anyway thx for reading I hope you enjoy chapter 2. Love you guys Bye.

Damian

When I died, the only thing on my mind was him. He was the love of my life, a true genuine soul, someone who I thought I could never live up to. When I first met him, he was a shy, lonely exchange student who was scared about joining glee club. After we joined glee club, we had an instant connection, and after a couple weeks he asked me out. I still can taste his lips from our first kiss on my motionless ones. How when we got into his car, he immediatly kissed me, how sweet and innocent it was. I may be a bitch, but things that innocent can bring me to tears.

That was two years ago, and now here I am, lying on my cloud, dreaming about Damian. How he will never see him again. I am able to go down to earth a couple times before I am finally at peace, so when my killer is found I'll be happy, but even if I visit him, I will be transparent and he will not able to see me. Why couldn't things have gone different? Why couldn't I just drive home instead of insisting on leaving my car at his house and walking home? If things had gone differently, then right now I would be at home, petting my yorkshire terrier May, reminising about my afternoon with Damian. It still scared me that I was dead and that my killer had hurt so many people with it.

My parents had arranged the funeral on the day of my birthday, September 17th, and I was shocked to see how many people had come. Besides my parents and the glee club, it seemed that the entire student body, all my teachers, from elementary to this year, my exes, male and female, and pretty much anyone who knew me, attended. The Lima news team aired story after story about the search for my killer, but still nothing shocked me more than what I saw one night, as I watched Damian get ready for bed.

I had never seen them before, even on the afternoon of my death, where everything had been exposed. Those scars, some long and some just nixs, lining his back and his wrists. They weren't new, that's for sure, but even the scars that were faded scared me. How? Damian had been the sanist person in my life, and even though my mom is pretty normal, and I would have never thought he would resort to this.

Damian went over to his dresser and pulled out a blade. "Oh sweet jesus!," I thought. He flipped the blade out and lightly pressed it onto his wrist. I had to turn away as he slit his wrist. The blood gushed out in streams, flowing down his arms. Blood had always sickened me, but watching it come out of Damian, my Damian, just made me want to puke, if I still could.

He did this again, only onto his shoulder. Why was this happening? Why would Damian do this? Then it hit me. Those scars were because of me and his dad. Damian had told me his dad had died in a factory explosion a couple days after he had come to America. And now there was even more pressure on him, all because some a-hole with a gun thought killing me was the best thing to do.

As the process of cutting his wrists, arms, back, and shoulders continued, I remembered all those times someone had died in high school. In 2009, back when I was a freshmen, a girl named Ivory Linkin had overdosed and the school had started a hugs not drugs program in her honour. That same year, a young couple, Henry Burns and Ashley Montgomery, who were in my class, were killed by a drunk driver. In my sophmore year, Keith Leonard, who was a closeted gay till the incident, had commited suicide after some homophobic bully had burned down the church he went to and wrote fag all over his house. Caitlyn Johnson and Emily Nori had been kidnapped and killed in June, and in August, just a couple days before school started, Justin Carlton and Michelle Fern were murdered by the Lima Bean killer, who had took hostages at the Lima Bean coffee shop, killing 9 out of 20.

And now I was on that list of kids who had died. Many of us had a great future, now it was ruined by someone not thinking. Ivory and the drugs, Henry and Ashley with the drunk driver, Keith and the bully, Caitlyn and Emily with the nutters who kidnapped them, Justin and Michelle with the Lima Bean killer, and me with my killer, who could be anyone I knew. It all reflected on Damian, who was hurting himself because someone wasn't thinking. That person, besides the killer, was me.

My name is Macy Elizabeth Brown. I was 16 when I was murdered. My boyfriend Damian had resorted to cutting a comfort, and its all because I didn't want to drive home.

A/N Ok then. I think Ill stick with the whole my name is Macy thing at the end of each chapter. I hope you enjoyed. Read my other stories. Alert favorite and review. Next chapters going to be Emilys secret just for a heads up. Love you guys bye

UndercoverGleek ;)