• As time passed I had completely forgotten my compromise with Seth. I was to busy with Mitch. I loved him and he loved me. We both got caught up in each other’s company. It was October and I wasn’t even paying attention to time.
    October seemed short and that’s when I realized that the fifteenth was my eighteenth birthday. I looked up at the calendar on Mitch’s wall. It read October 15th, 2001. Then at the bottom it read, Full Moon. Plain as day it hit me. No wonder He said the next full moon, it was my birthday. Damn it SETH!!! I screamed in my head.
    The 15th finally came around, and I told everyone not to celebrate, considering there was nothing to celebrate…today was the day I die.
    Mitch drove me to school, and instead of walking me to my class he lead me down an empty hall.
    “Sammy, I’m leaving.” He said calmly, as if he thought his words wouldn’t hurt. So to hide the pain I laughed.
    “Okay, nice joke. You really made me believe you for a second there.” I forced out a fake laugh. I could tell by his face expression he wasn’t joking.
    “I’m glad you think it’s a joke.” He frowned.
    “Well you can’t be serious.” I announced.
    “But I am.”
    “Well then I’m coming, you can’t leave me here, unprotected.” I said loudly. “You told me yourself that you get anxious when you’re away from me.” I could feel tears but I forced the salt water back.
    He listened very carefully to my word, as though it hurt him to do this. “Looks like I don’t feel the same about you.” He started searching for words. “In fact I don’t love you, I hate you!” I could feel the lies from his words, or maybe it was the pain of hopping the words didn’t mean anything. I was speechless, I couldn’t force anything through my throat, so I just waited, waited for him to finish. “I have found someone else, I love someone else. I hate you, I hope you die…die the worst possible death out there!” He struggled to say the words. But even with the struggle I believed him. I really thought he wanted me to die.
    I looked closely at him and it seemed as though he had a tear in his eye, but before I could tell he turned away and walked off. I thought about breaking down right there, but I had already embarrassed my self enough at this school. I ran out the closest door many tears finding their way out of my eyes, leaving my eyes red and my cheeks pink, my nose stuffy and my voice cracked. I ran as fast as I could. It didn’t matter where I was headed just as long as I got out of there.
    The moment I looked down I ran right into what felt like a brick wall and the pain that suddenly overwhelmed my head felt good, but unfortunately it brought upon its own tears.
    I looked up to see what I had run into; unfortunately it wasn’t a wall.
    “Seth, oh my god!” I hugged him and cried into his shirt.
    “What the hell is wrong?” He said worriedly, as he held me close just like what Mitch used to.
    “Mitch left…Seth I think I picked the wrong guy.” I cried harder, I knew my words were a lie, but I just needed Seth right now. “Can you ever forgive me and be with me?” I asked as the tears flowed harder.
    “Yes.” He whispered in my ear and held me for at least what felt like five minutes. He then spoke. “Lets go somewhere so we can get you calmed down.” He said as he kissed my forehead and there still were no sparks.
    “Okay.” I managed to squeak out in between my tears.
    He led me to an open field. I looked around; it was an empty field that did calm me. “Well what do you think?” He asked me and I was confused, what was I supposed to think about it?
    “What about it?” I asked in confusion.
    “Listen,” He said with a wicked smile that worried me. “You had your chance to pick me, but you ran off with Mitch.” The wicked smile turned into a wicked laugh. “And well you see where choosing Mitch got you.” He paused to let the words sink in a hurt the worst they could and it worked, I was doubled over in pain. “So I brought you here, well to hurt you just like you hurt me.” Then before I knew it Seth was hovering over me; in that same second I felt a sudden rip of a blade jammed into my stomach. I wanted to scream; but where would that get me? It was an empty field with no trace of people within a miles radius. He then pulled the blade out and I seen blood hit the golden grass, He then stabbed the blade in three more places of my stomach reign making sure to avoid my heart for a quick painless death. I fell to the ground and Seth walked off laughing.
    I laid there in pain, my hands folded over my chest, like you would see in the movies. Looks like Mitch got what he wanted and for that I was happy. He wanted me to die the worst death, and well here I am in so much pain that its hard to breathe. That’s when I began to think.
    Pain is nothing compared to this. I’m lying here dying. Dying with a broken heart. And his words run repeatedly in my head “I don’t love you”…”I hate you”…
    The pain grew worse as the pool of blood under me became larger. My clothes soaked up as much of my blood as it could, before they were drenched.
    And I should be sad I’m dying but I’m not, for it will bring me peace, and that’s all I have ever wanted in my life.
    I could slowly feel myself slipping from reality, and I did not deny it. I did not refuse death instead I would let it consume me.
    So this is how my story would end. Here. Lost in some unknown field, killed by one of the guys I had feeling for. “I hate you” It repeated one last time and for the last time a tear slid down my pail white face. ‘Never forget that no matter how many miles split us my love remains the same…forever…and I repeat the words you said to me not even a month ago when I was lying in a hospital bed…Good bye…forever, Mitch.’
    And then reality slipped completely…
    The end.
    crying