thought
flashback
dream
Jaden's POV
I knocked on Syrus's door again. It had been about a week since he had found out about Elizabeth, and as would be expected, he was depressed.
"Come on Sy, some fresh air will be good for you."
"Jay, I don't really want to go out right now."
"Ok then, I'll just have to come in," I said and opened the door.
Syrus sat on his bed, looking at a photo album he and Elizabeth had been working on for several months before she died. He looked up at me, tears staining his face.
"I can't believe I killed her."
"Sy, you didn't kill her, she..."
"It was because of me that she did it!"
"Sy, you know Elizabeth was unstable. She'd been kind of loony even before you went evil. It was the stress of the whole other dimension thing that made her jump."
"How's Chazz?"
"He's grieving, but Zane's helping him, just like I'll help you if you just let me."
"Yeah right! You only hang with Jesse now, as if I wasn't even there!"
"Syrus, just because Jesse and I were friends doesn't mean that I've forgotten about you."
His face grew long suffering.
"I know Jaden, I'm sorry."
"Don't sweat it, I understand. You want to be alone?"
He nodded, and I left.
Syrus's POV
Jaden walked out the door, and I sighed. I got up and walked over to my nightstand, where a mirror stood. I looked at myself, and was surprised at what I saw. My eyes had black circles underneath them, and my hair was a mess. I realised that I could see my ribs through my shirt. I sighed again, but it turned into a yelp as a figure appeared behind me. It was a young girl with brown curly hair, blue eyes, and pale skin. It was Elizabeth. I turned around and saw nothing, but the room seemed foggier than usual.
Must be my glasses.
I took my glasses off and cleaned them, and when I put them back on, the fog was gone.
Could that really have been... No, it was just my imagination.
I crawled into bed and let sleep take over.
I walked down a cracked dirt path surrounded by fire. The sky was red, and screams both human and demonic filled the air. All around me people were being tortured in horrible ways that only the devil himself could concoct. Even though I wanted to run, I couldn't do anything but walk forward. Soon a familiar screaming filled my ears and I ran to its source. Once there, my heart nearly stopped. There, chained to a wall, was Elizabeth. She wore rags, only remnants of the black dress she had been buried in. A whip continuously cracked against her body, the silver blade at the edge causing her great pain. What caught my attention was the one whipping her, was her werewolf side.
I awoke with a start.
Man, it looked like I was walking right through Hell. But Elizabeth wouldn't be there, she was a good person. Unless the thing about taking your own life is true.
I gave a few sobs before shouting, "God, why didn't you take me?"
I was panting, and when I got up I saw Elizabeth outside my window. Her eyes had fright in them. No, not fright, terror. And anger.
"Why are you haunting me?" I yelled.
She did not respond.
"You're not even real, you're just a figment of my imagination. I'll turn around and when I look again you'll be gone."
I turned around, and sure enough, whe I looked back she was gone. I walked back to my bed and laid down.
I wonder what you're trying to tell me. No, you're dead, you're not trying to tell me anything. Oh, who am I kidding, yes you are. I bet... I bet you want me to join you in death.
I reached into my drawer and pulled out a small sewing needle. I cut at my arm as if it were a cut of meat. I cut myself twice, then stopped.
Not just yet, Elizabeth, but soon.