(A/N) First thank you for all of the comments, second shout out to my brother who sadly doesn't have an account but helped me edit, and will help me edit in the near future. (Because my grammar is the worst sorry!:) PLEASE comment I really want to know what you think of my story, even if you hate it. Thanks for reading my story!

Eliot was walking in what looked like a graveyard; he made his way along the headstones, walking toward a group of mourners dressed in black. He weaved his way around the crowd finally making it to the front, where a priest was reading from a bible. "Jack Waterson was taken from us too soon." The priest said as Eliot finally got a good look at the gravestone everyone was looking at.

"Jack William Waterson"

Loving Husband, Father, and Friend

"Good men must die, but death cannot kill their names."

Eliot almost burst out laughing when he saw the quote printed onto Waterson's grave. Waterson was anything but a good man. Eliot looked around at the mourners, most of whom Eliot recognized as business partners of Waterson. He then spotted a lone mourner standing a few gravestones away. He walked up to the person and looked at the gravestone.

"Melissa Sarah Waterson"

Loving daughter and friend

"Carpe diem quam minimum credula postero"

"Seize the day, put very little trust in tomorrow"

Eliot swayed, almost falling over when he read the headstone. Melissa was dead, his brain not comprehending the words that his eyes were telling him. Melissa was dead. He had done it. He had killed her. He had actually gone through with his plan. He fell to his knees as the person beside him did the same. The guilt Eliot was feeling seemed to eat away at his insides like acid, slowly dissolving his heart.

"She was only sixteen." The person said next to him. "She was sixteen and yet she was the nicest person you would ever meet." The person next to him laughed bitterly. "Everyone cares more for her father dying; she didn't even get a proper funeral." The man whispered, venom dripping from his words.

Eliot turned to the man kneeling next to him only to jolt back because of what he saw. It was as if he was looking in a mirror, the only difference between him and this man was the man had a pale scar going along his lip.

"Don't do it, you will never forgive yourself." The man whispered.

Eliot realized this person was him; this is what he would become if he did go through with killing Melissa. Eliot examined the man closer now. He had the stance of a broken man, with his shoulders hunched, and a frown etched upon his face. Tears were streaming out of his eyes and rolling down his cheeks.

"She trusted me, and I killed her." He whispered, sorrow and pain reflecting in his eyes. "It's my fault she's dead." He buried his face in his hands and sobbed, Eliot looking at him with shock. Is this really what he would become after killing Melissa? Would he just waste away slowly drowning in his own depression.

"The quote really fits her." Eliot said trying to sooth the man.

"Thanks, I know she would have wanted that quote, she loved it, said it described how she wanted to live." The man said lifting his face from his hands. "A word of advice, don't go through with it Eliot, you will never forgive yourself." He repeated.

Eliot jolted up in bed, breathing heavily. "It was just a dream, just a dream." Eliot whispered over and over again to comfort himself. "Melissa isn't dead, she's fine. You didn't kill her." Just then the phone rang. Eliot picked it up looking at the red numbers on his clock telling him it was 1:30 in the morning.

"Hello?" He said groggily, still trying to shake off the dream.

"E-Eliot?" Someone whispered on the other side. "Eliot are you there?"

"Who is this?" Eliot asked. "It's Melissa, Eliot I'm really sorry for calling you so early but I-I" She broke off. Eliot had jumped out of bed and was walking across the room to get dressed when he heard Melissa.

"What's wrong Melissa did something happen with you and your dad?" He asked, growing more and more worried by the minute.

"Can you just come and pick me up, I am at the park across from my house, I just don't think I should be alone right now." By the time Melissa was finished Eliot was already outside and climbing into his car.

"I will be there as soon as I can." He said, turning on his car.

"Thank you Eliot." Melissa said as she hung up.

Eliot drove as fast as he could. His thoughts kept on drifting back to his dream, and what his future-self had said. He knew it was just a dream, but he couldn't help but think, 'Who would care if Melissa was to die? Would there really be no funeral? Who would care if she passed away?'

These thoughts raced through his brain like pinballs, zooming in and out. Finally, he reached the park where Melissa had told him to meet her. He jumped out of his car and swiftly walked to the entrance, calling Melissa's name. After about 5 minutes of looking he finally found her sitting on a rusty old swing.

He walked slowly up to her.

"Hey, Melissa, it's Eliot. Are you alright?" He said softly while sitting down on the swing next to Melissa. Melissa turned towards him. Eliot looked her over; she had tear stains on her cheeks and her eyes were red and puffy, but the worst thing was the bruise that covered her right eye and cheek and the scratches along her neck as if someone had been dragging her somewhere. The bruise was an ugly purple and it looked as if her eye was swollen shut.

"Oh my God, Melissa, what happened?" Eliot said reaching out to examine her bruise.

"My dad." Melissa whispered so soft that Eliot almost didn't catch it.

"He did this to you?" Eliot angrily said. Melissa just nodded.

Eliot sighed. "Come on let's get you out of here." Melissa nodded again and stood up. Eliot put an arm around her small shoulders and directed her to his car. He helped her get in and then drove away.

When they got back to the hotel Eliot immediately took Melissa to the bathroom to wash the cuts on her neck. He grabbed her shoulder and gently washed the cuts. Finally, after about 5 minutes, the cuts had all been treated and had Band-Aids on them. Melissa then went to walk out of the bathroom, but Eliot grabbed her wrist. She let out a small gasp of pain as Eliot's hand touched her wrist. He looked down and saw his hand and Melissa's entire forearm were covered in blood, gushing out from a vertical cut that went from her elbow to her wrist.

"Melissa, what have you done?" was all Eliot could get out before she ran, leaving Eliot alone in the bathroom.

A/N: next chapter will be up by friday unless I feel like earlier. Don't worry the next chapter will have more terrible Waterson (God I hate that guy, and I created him) and more suicidal Melissa, also Eliot will have to come to terms with him having to kill Melissa. Can't wait! You guys are Fantabulous!