(1) Is hawkfire111's idea Thanks hawkfire111! :D Heather seeing a motorcycle outside, hearing engine noises and seeing someone on it. Then it just disappearing. (2) My favorite SlipKnoT album All Hope Is gone. I know I wrote was gone, but still: D loll.

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It had been the next day. It was about 9 am. Heather got too bored in her room, he same four walls. She opened her door and went down stairs to the living room.

Down stairs she sat on the Cleopatra style couch next to the window, she didn't look out the window. She sat still for about until she heard her name being called. 'Heather…Heather…Heather…' she heard.

It sounded like the Luke like about a week ago before he died. They weren't getting along well, and he used to say her name as if he was angry, but as if he couldn't really be too mad at her because he was too madly in love with her. The way her said her names those last couple weeks, it was as if he was begging her not to do what she was doing, or to stop acting the way she was. He was blinded by love. She kept hearing her name being called.

(1)She heard noises coming from outside. It reminded her of Luke. She looked outside for the first time in a week. She looked out to see a bid red and black motorcycle. It had a big sticker on the side, just like Luke's. It was exactly like Luke's. The same sticker, the same motorcycle. She gulped as she realized that it was his. And just before he got in the crash that killed him. The day of the crash before get got on the road, he carved Heather's name on the front. When she looked at the motorcycle now, she could see her name on the front. It was his. She was sure of it.

Maybe she was just seeing things. But it all looked so real. It brought tears to her eyes. It had been almost 2 years since the incident.

She looked away from the window to get away from it all. When she did, she heard a motor engine again, just like Luke's. She looked out again to see a guy on the motorcycle looking at her. He had jet black hair, and beautiful dark blue eyes. He was holding a black and red helmet in his hand, just like the one Luke had. He was wearing a black and red letterman jacket. He was wearing black jeans, and black red and white sneakers.

She had seen him somewhere before. She felt so close to him, as if they had been together before. She knew him. She had seen him before. But he didn't look real. He looked so transparent as if he was a ghost. She knew who he was. It was him.

That's exactly how he looked the night of his accident. She knew because after his accident, the police called her and she rushed her way to him, and saw how looked. She saw what he was wearing, what he looked like; he was covered in blood that night, except now. He looked perfect.

The police said that a truck had hit him. The doctors said that he had severe brain damage, and his spinal cord was broken. But the doctors said that there still might be some hope for him to stay alive. She her self at least had hoped. It was the worst when (2) all hope was gone. It crushed her like a ton of bricks; it hit her like a title of waves.

It was the most tragic thing that had happened in her life. She was so sorry for the way she had been for the last couple of weeks. He was gone because of her.

She was happy in bed with him, but she wanted more. Not just him. She also liked his best friend Michael but not as much as Luke. She couldn't hold her self to not get him too.

Someone told him that Michael had gone into Heather's house while her parents were away. No, more like, "Hey, Heather's cheating on you with Michael you know. Yeah, he just went into her house. Totally, of course their about to." Is what she must have said.

Heather felt so bad after his death; it was all her fault, just because Luke wasn't enough for her. Michael wasn't a real friend either. He jumped at her invitation. When he came over to her house, his pockets were filled with condoms. He was using Luke to get closer to Heather, or perhaps to get popular.

The way she had been acting a couple weeks before this death, were not the way she was spouse to act. Couple times after they slept together, Heather had lost interest and wanted to try other guys. It's usually what a guy does in a relationship, but she did it. She was ignoring him, and pretending as if she was too busy with her cheerleading and school work. She still talked to him a little.

The fact that he didn't leave her alone and ignored all the other girls who kept bothering him clearly stated that he was in love with her, and when a guy is in love, he would do anything to get with his girl. He never told her that he loved her before they slept, but he was saying he loved her every time he had a chance to talk to her after they spent a couple nights together. Heather said that she loved him too; she kissed him and made out with him but only when she wanted to.

Everyday she talked to him less, saved more time for her friends then him. By the last day, she didn't even talk to him. He tried, he talked to her, but she didn't reply. When she was getting her books from her locker, he stood next to her. When she closed her locker door, she saw him. He walked up to her and kissed her, but the kiss didn't last long before she pulled away and walked to her class.

He looked behind her knowing something was wrong. That night he went home waiting for Heather's call or text, or email or something. But nothing happened until he got a phone call by an annoying bitchy neighbor that was a Heather wanna be, Morgan.

Morgan told him everything. He was furious. He was going to kill Michael. He couldn't be mad Heather, but he couldn't believe her, he couldn't believe what Morgan was saying, he couldn't believe his ears.

After he heard what Morgan had to say, he hung up on her, and ran outside and hopped on his motorcycle, and made his way to Heather's house.

On his way, he wasn't driving safe. He was so pissed. He couldn't hear anything but the thoughts of murdering Michael. He couldn't hear the honking coming from the huge truck behind him. The truck was having difficulties and the wheel was not working and he couldn't stop the truck.

He tried to warn Luke but Luke wasn't listening. The Truck couldn't stop and painfully hit Luke in the rear of his motorcycle and made him and his motorcycle fly into a parking lot. His motorcycle was on top of him and he died instantly.

When he was brought to the hospital they brought him back to life but he only lived for about 3 minutes and died again, caused to really bad brain damage, and broken spinal cord, they tried to get him to surgery right away, but he didn't last.

Heather was very guilty for what she had done. It took about a year for her to recover, but she finally did. Now she has another boyfriend that she loved as much as Luke. His name is Zack and he is 18 just like her.

She had forgotten and didn't think about Luke for a while, but started to have thoughts again about him since the blackout. She cried her self to sleep.

She got back to the real world after these thought. She looked outside again. It was Luke! He was on his motorcycle! But he looked transparent. Maybe it was just her imagination. Yes, it had to be. Ghosts don't exist! Or that's just what she had been thought to believe. She kept looking, until all the sudden, it all just disappeared! She couldn't believe her eyes! She needed to take a nap.