Chapter Seven: Molly

After I left Alex’s office that day I decided to wander the castle. I stopped keeping track of how long I was in the castle; so honestly, I was beginning to lose it. When I was alive, I was a wanderer; a castle was definitely the best place to get some wandering done.

          I had been everywhere in the castle except the different room levels. I always stayed on my level, and went to places everyone could go to. I never once dared to go to a level that I did not live on. However, I wanted to change that. I started on level eleven; Leah’s level.

          Part of me was really hoping that I would run into her, so I could finally tell her everything. However, another part of me was really hoping we would not cross paths again. What if she has something planned for me already? What is she trying to do? What if other people are going to help her?

          I started walking down the hallway on level eleven. It looked just like all of the other hallways; never ending. The walls were tall, gray, and made out of stone. Every few feet there were big, wide, wooden doors to enter the bedrooms. Each bedroom door had a sign with the last names of the people who lived inside the rooms. However, some people preferred their first names to be up there instead.

          Everything was looking pretty normal in the hallway. Everything looked the same; well, except for the people. However, I did recognize a few faces from my previous levels. As I was walking down the hall, I would look at a few of the signs. One of the signs I recognized the names as one of my previous roommates. I was about to knock on the door until I heard her voice just a few doors down.

          “Wait, don’t go yet,” said Leah.

          I turned quickly to make sure she was not talking to me. She wasn’t. There was this big, muscly guy, standing outside of her door with her. She was flirting with him, and he didn’t seem to mind. What was she doing? Leah never flirted with boy; especially boys who looked like him. The guy was seriously cute, but he was not Leah’s type.

          Leah could not see me, because all of her attention was focused on him. She asked him to come inside her room. “What are we going to do in there,” the guy asked.

          “Oh, I could think of a few things for us to do in here,” she said to him.

          Then, Leah took the guy by his arm and pulled him into her room. She’s trying to get people on her side. She’s trying to get people against me. Leah is trying to get rid of me just like I got rid of her…

Chapter Six: Leah

I hadn’t been doing much. Honestly, all I had been doing was sleeping. I hardly ever left my room. I never really left it. All I ever wanted to do was sleep, because in my dreams I got to see everyone that I never got to say goodbye to.

          In my dreams I saw a lot of my father; which was quite surprising. The man was only in my life for two years, you’d think that he would not even cross my mind twice. However, I have been thinking a lot about him lately. I’ve been dreaming about all the things that would have gone right if he had stayed. He could have taught me how to ride a bike; I would have absolutely loved that.

          If he would have been around when I was a kid, maybe everything would have been better. I probably would not have been so mean to Blake when I was young. I was jealous of Blake, because he had known our father longer. It made me so angry because they had more memories together. That’s all I ever wanted though. I just wanted to be able to at least remember some pretty great things about my father.

          Just imagine how different things would have been if he was around during my teenage years. For starters, I would most likely not have been raped. That one event would have been totally different for me if it had not happened. I could have been worse with the boys though. Since I had major daddy issues, I could have fallen into the stereotype and had sex with a lot of boys. One last thing, I would not have died so god damn soon.

          If my father had stayed, my mother would not have gone from boyfriend to boyfriend. Then, she would definitely not have been with that crazy Tyler guy. Who knows what the hell he was? Most importantly, I would not have gone to Roxy and Pete’s house on my birthday, and they wouldn’t have been able to set up a plan for them to murder me that involved my best friend.

          “I need to find her,” I said to myself.

          I looked around my room, and took everything in. You know, without another person living in these rooms they seemed pretty big. There were two twin beds; both against each far walls. There was a desk, which is weird because no one ever seems to use a desk here. But, it could be different in other rooms. I don’t know what other people do.

          That’s something I should do… I should go and meet more people from here. Maybe if I start to meet more people, I’ll become closer to them. If I become closer to them, they would help me with anything, right? Well, I could at least try.

          I got up from my bed, and headed to the closet. I grabbed a plain navy blue t-shirt, and a pair of skinny jeans to put on. Since I didn’t share a room with anyone, I didn’t have to go into the bathroom to change. I was never really comfortable enough to change in front of someone; I always felt too uncomfortable.

          When I was finished getting dressed I figured that I should go to the Rec Hall, and actually eat something. I hadn’t eaten anything in, I don’t even know how long. Not eating could not have affected me though, I mean I was dead. It’s not like I could have died of starvation; I was already dead.

          I walked out of my room, and up the stairs. Everything seemed completely normal, but then I saw this little girl just sitting on the stairs. She was tall, but she had a young face. Honestly, she looked like a young version of Roxy. This girl had the long legs, coffee colored skin, long dark hair, and the blue eyes. It was amazing at how much she looked like Roxy.

          As I walked past the little girl, her eyes followed my every move. Every step I took, the girl just sat there and stared at me. She did not once take her eyes off of me as I was passing by her. I don’t have much room to talk though; I kept staring at her as well. I mean, she just looked too much like Roxy. You can’t expect me to not stare at someone who looks like the girl who helped plan my murder. Maybe there’s a boy here that looks like Pete…

          Anyways, as soon as I was out of the girl’s sight, I started walking fast to the Rec Hall. Honestly, I did not even want to eat. I just wanted to meet people to help me take down Molly. If someone were to known what I had been planning, they would think that I was obsessed. Can you blame me though? I was murdered. I was living in the same place as my murderer. Well, technically we were not living. Whatever, you get the point.

          As I walked into the Rec Hall, I started to get nervous. “What if they know what I’m thinking,” I thought to myself.

          I decided to grab some food to at least look like I had a reason to be there. I didn’t even think about what I wanted; it’s not like I was going to eat. So, I just walked to the closest stand, and grabbed whatever they had. Then, I looked around to see who I could approach.

          When I was alive, I was quite an approachable person. I never once looked intimidating to anyone. No one ever once had a problem coming to speak to me. I was trying to make that happen in the Rec Hall. Who would be more willing to help me; boys or girls? Well, boys, of course.

          I looked down, and took a deep breath. Then, I looked around the Rec Hall to see if I could find anyone to approach. There were not a lot of people in there that day. However, in the far back corner, there was just what I was looking for; two boys who looked around my age.

          I stood there for a second, and thought about what I would say to them. Then, I stood up straighter, and thought, “How would Roxy approach them?” Be a vixen. That’s what I had to do. I had to be a vixen. So, I walked over to the boys with my head held a little higher, and my hips swaying back and forth. I wasn’t all that great at being a vixen, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

          As I came closer, the boys looked up at me. So, I flashed them a smile, and said, “Hey, do you mind if I sit with you two?”

          They both looked at each other, and tried to figure out what they should say to me. I didn’t really get a good look at the boys until I was standing there waiting for them to answer me. They were both quite attractive, and looked young. They could not have been any older than eighteen. One of them had brawny body, tan, toned, a crew cut, and dark eyes. The other was almost his exact opposite. He was scrawny, however he was tan as well, also had a crew cut, and the greenest of eyes. They must have been in some sort of special force.

          Eventually, the scrawny one looked at me and said, “But of course.”

          I pulled up a chair, put my tray of food down, and sat at the end of their table. “I’m Leah,” I said to them, and smiled. “It’s nice to meet you guys.”

          The brawny one met my eyes, but then quickly looked away. He had just the slightest hint of a smile on his face. “Sorry about him. He’s just shy when it comes to pretty girls,” said the scrawny one.

          I looked at them both. “It’s alright, I totally understand. I don’t bite though, I’m a nice girl,” I giggled.

          “Well, that’s good to know. My name is Jack, and this here is my roommate, Dylan,” said the scrawny boy; I mean Jack.

          “It’s nice to meet you,” said Dylan shyly.

          I smiled at Dylan, “It’s very nice to meet you too. So, boys, tell me about you.”

          “Dylan, would you like to tell Leah about yourself,” asked Jack.

          Dylan smiled. “I’m Dylan. I’m eighteen years old, and I was training to be in the Marines. I’m a bit socially impaired, but most people get used to it. I died in a car accident in the year 2000. Umm, I grew up in California. I don’t know what else to tell her about me, Jack.”

          “It’s okay man, you did a good job. Well, Leah, I’m eighteen years old as well. I was also training to be in the Marines, and I died in the same car accident as Dylan here. We both grew up in Huntington Beach, California.”

          “Wow, you two seem pretty interesting. That’s neat that you guys got to stay together here,” I said to them.

          “What about you,” asked Jack? “Tell us about you.”

          “Well, I’m sixteen. I wasn’t in any training,” I laughed. “I was just trying to get through being a teenage girl. I lived in Oregon for the longest time, however about a month or two before I died I moved to Tucson, Arizona, and lived there till I died.”

          “How did you die,” blurted Dylan.

          “Dylan, stop it. Leah doesn’t have to tell us if she doesn’t want to.”

          “No, no that’s okay. Umm, I was murdered,” I said awkwardly.

          “Oh my god, that’s awful. I’m so sorry that happened to you,” said Jack.

          I smiled at him shyly, “It’s okay. So, what floor are you guys on?”

          “We’re on eleven, how about you,” asked Jack.

          “I’m on eleven as well. Would you guys mind walking me back?

          I flashed another smile at the both of them. The more time I got with them was a better chance of me getting them to help me out. “Well, I have to go to therapy. I’m sure Dylan here would love to walk you back to your room. Do you want to walk, Leah, back to her room?”

          Dylan smiled at me, and nodded his head. “Okay,” said Jack. “You be nice to each other now.”

          Jack got up and left the Rec Hall. I was wondering who would be easier to get on my side first. I looked at Dylan, “You ready to go?”

          “Yes, let’s leave,” said Dylan.

          Dylan and I got up, and walked out of the Rec Hall. We were heading towards the stairs. “So,” I said. “If you don’t mind me asking, how is it that you’re socially impaired? You seem fine to me. It just seems as if you don’t have much of a filter.”

          “That’s one of the problems,” said Dylan. “I’m also slow in the head. The two put together is not that great of a mix at all. Most people just think that I’m dumber than a bag of rocks.”

          I looked up at Dylan, and he seemed genuinely upset about his problem. So, I reached for his hand to try to comfort him. He stopped for a second, and looked at our hands. He didn’t stop it, or question it. I assumed it was fine, so I had my hand remain in his for the rest of the way to our rooms.

          I felt a little bad about the fact that I was just using this sweet boy. However, I was going to do whatever it took to get people on my side. I learned how to play people from the best, now it was my turn to get a go at the game.

We walked back to my room, and Dylan looked as if he didn’t want to leave. He just stood there with me outside of my door, and held onto my hand. I set my hand on his face, and looked him in the eyes. “Dylan, are you okay?”

          Dylan looked away, “Yeah, I’m fine. I’ll go now.”

          I almost let him leave, but then I realized what I had to do to get this boy on my side. I grabbed his arm as he turned around, and said “Wait, don’t leave yet.”

          Dylan turned back around. “Where am I supposed to go then?”

          I swallowed, and took a deep breath. “Come in for a bit.”

          “Come into your room? What are we going to do in there?”

          “Oh, I could think of a few things for us to do in here,” I winked at him.

          I opened up the door, and pulled Dylan inside…

Chapter Five: Molly

Will Leah really try to hurt me? I doubt that she would. Leah will threaten people if they cross the line, but I have never actually seen her hurt someone. Well, I guess there was that time when she was alive, and she punched the girl who had sex with Peter. Shit, maybe she would actually hurt me.

          However, I have to watch what I do. I think that the only thing Leah wants more than revenge on me, is to get out of this damn castle. The only way for her to do that is if she moves down to level one. If she gets her revenge on me, I highly doubt that it will bring her down levels. It would only put her back up, right? Yeah, yeah because if she hurts me, well if she even tries to, they’ll just move her right back up! There is no way that she can even hurt me here, I am already dead.

          This means that I need to find her, I need to find Leah. Who knows? Maybe I can even mess with her a bit. Should I? I guess that it will all just depend on how she treats me next time I see her.

          I also need to watch what I do though. I’m already at level ten. I sure as hell do not want to be moved up any levels. Maybe telling her will help me. Or maybe I just need to stay away from her. After all, I did kill her. Maybe we both were not meant to end up here at the say time.

          Holy hell, I just need to tell Leah what happened. But, how can I do that when she wants my head on a stake? “This is not going to work out well,” I said aloud to myself.

          “What isn’t,” said a girl standing at the door.

          I looked up, and there was just a girl standing at the door. She was maybe fifteen years old, but you can never tell exact age in this place. “Who are you,” I asked.

          The girl crossed the room to my bed, where I was sitting. She put her hand out towards me for me to shake, and smiled. “My name is Jasmine; I’m your new roommate.”

          I smiled at Jasmine weakly, “Um, hi.”

          Jasmine sat down on the bed across from mine, and just sort of stared off into space. While she wasn’t paying attention, I took a good look at her. Jasmine had long legs, and they looked like they could go on for miles. She had this beautiful dark skin; the girl had to be Indian. Her hair fell all the way down to her waist in thick dark brown strands. Jasmine’s eyes were like two brown almonds.

          It wasn’t until she looked back at me I realized what was wrong with her. Yes, I know it may sound mean with me saying that something is wrong with her. However, we’re all dead. There’s something wrong with all of us. I have not even told anyone what happened to me yet. But, we will get to that another time.

          Anyways, back to Jasmine. This girl was quite tall; she looked about 5’10. So you figure that she should weigh a little more because she’s tall. Wrong. This girl was as thin as Leah. Leah was short, thin, and probably weighed no more than 100 pounds. Jasmine probably weighs about the same, which looks to be 30 pounds too light.

          Jasmine had been looking back at me for a while. We finally caught each other’s gaze. “Is something wrong,” she asked.

          “I’m sorry, I’m just trying to figure what happened to you,” I blurted.

          Jasmine gave me a funny look. “Oh my god, I am so sorry, I totally did not mean to say that,” I said apologetically.

          Jasmine smirked. “It’s perfectly fine. Well, I was in my senior year of high school. I died when I was nineteen, and the year was 2005. Anyways, I had started to get really sick. However, I wasn’t physically sick. Well, not at first anyways.”

          “What do you mean, not physically sick?”

          “My senior year of high school I was diagnosed with clinical depression, and schizophrenia,” said Jasmine.

          “That doesn’t seem like a good mix,” I said.

          “Absolutely not. Lucky for you though. My illnesses went away after died,” Jasmine smiled.

          “How did you die?”

          “The voices were just way too much, honestly. It was as if they were taking over my entire being.”

          “How many voices were there?”

          “Hmm, there were about three. But anyways, each voice just made me do something to myself every day.”

          I had begun to feel bad that I asked her, because I didn’t know if I should tell Jasmine what happened to me. She continued talking. “One of the voices was a critique on my weight. She told me each and every day that if I ate, I would have to do something to myself.”

          “That was where the second voice came in. Whenever I did eat, the second voice told me that I had to cut myself. He said that no one would ever want to be with a girl who had meat on her bones, so I had to cut it off of me,” Jasmine said.

          “What about the third,” I asked.

          “The third was the absolute worst voice of them all. She would sit back and just watch while the other two would bombard me with losing weight and cutting myself. She would just sit there and watch! However, when the other two would go away she would comfort me as if she was my friend. Then, when the other two would come back, she would hit me, kick me, and just absolutely beat me just so she would look like she was following them.”

          “Oh my god that is absolutely terrible,” I said.

          Jasmine looked at me and smiled. “I’m perfectly fine now. But, eventually they just drove me to the edge; I had lost way too much weight, and I finally slit my wrists open. They drove me to my own death.”

          “How can you be so open with your story,” I asked.

          “I’m so open, because you have no idea how fantastic it is to talk to real people. I hated being the outcast, and the only people who would talk to me were the ones in my head. So, I just think, what’s the loss? I’m already dead. The voices are no longer in my head. I can try to make friends instead.”

          “Wow,” I said. “That is just a fantastic way to look at it all.”

          “Hey, I try,” Jasmine laughed. “What happened to you?”

          “Well, I can only tell you a summary of what happened to me.”

          “Why’s that,” Jasmine asked.

          “Because there’s a girl here in Soul Castle who I need to tell my story to before I tell anyone else. My therapist doesn’t even know the whole story.”

          “Oh my, alright. You don’t have to tell me it all, but just as long as I know some of what happened.”

          “Well, the girl here in Soul Castle who I need to tell my story to, I killed her,” I said.

          “What? Why?”

          “I can’t tell you. However, all I can tell you is that after I killed her, some people murdered me right after.”

          “Do you at least know why they killed you,” asked Jasmine.

          I laughed. “Of course I do. I got myself into that mess, and I am still trying to get myself out of it.”

          “What’s her name?”

          “Leah Night. Last I checked she was on level thirteen, but she could have been moved down.”

          “Hmm, well I haven’t heard of her. If I happen to cross paths with her, I’ll make sure to either stay away, or send her towards you. Depending on how you’re doing that day,” said Jasmine.

          “Sounds good to me, thanks.”

          “So what are you up to today?”

          “I think I’m gonna go and see my therapist, what about you?”

          “Well,” said Jasmine. I think I might go to the W.Y.W but I don’t know.”

          I stood up, “Alright, well, then I’ll just see you later then. It was nice to meet you,” I said.

          I waved to Jasmine and walked out the door. “I really have to tell someone how it all happened,” I said to myself as I started walking.

          I got to the stairs, and I started walking to the therapy room. Surprisingly, that little boy was not there that time. He is usually around every single time I go to the stars. I wonder where he was. Oh well, at least I did not have to feel like someone was watching me and following me. That was one thing I could not stand; people following me. It was the absolutely worst feeling ever.

          Anyways, I got to my therapist’s room and he wasn’t there. His name was Alex. In the room there was a big gray couch, a single chair, and a desk where he wrote all of his notes. The room looked so empty without Alex in it. I walked around the room aimlessly, and then eventually I just sat down on the couch. It seemed like I was waiting there for quite some time for him.

          Eventually I heard someone walking up to the door, and talking outside. I figured that it could not have been Alex, because I had been waiting for long time. I thought that I would be waiting for a while longer. However, the door creaked open, and Alex walked into the room.

          I stood up and looked at him. Alex was quite attractive. He was tall, a little muscular, his hair was the color of sand, and his eyes looked like two emeralds. When he saw me a smile grew on his face. “I’m sorry, I was just waiting for you,” I said.

          The man made me really nervous. It was bad enough that he was attractive, but he was an older man as well. I think he died when he was about twenty three. I began to walk towards the door to leave. “Molly, come sit down. Talk to me,” said Alex.

          His voice was like poison to me. Is it weird that I had a crush on my therapist? Oh well, to me it isn’t, because he has a thing for me as well.

          Alex grabbed my hand and led me over to the couch. He sat down, and pulled me onto his lap. He looked at me with his gorgeous green eyes, grabbed my face with both of his hands, and kissed me gently.

          Whenever he starts off a kiss, it’s always gentle. However, then he just kisses with so much force into it. Yeah, I know I probably seem like a slut or something right now. I probably seem like a variety of different things right now. First, I kill my best friend. Now, now I’m making out with my therapist.

          Do we just stop at making out though? Of course not. I was sitting on his lap, and he wrapped his arms around my waist and laid me underneath him. Alex pressed his hips against mine, and then kissed me with so much force.

          In the middle of us kissing, Alex randomly pulled away and just looked at me. He took in my short blonde hair, my green eyes, and then he moved down to my body. I was a bit of a curvy girl. However, my ass was always bigger than my chest. Alex looked me up and down; from head to toe. “You are so god damn beautiful, Molly,” said to me.

          I looked Alex in the eyes, and just smiled at him from ear to ear. Then he pressed his mouth to mine again, and then hips against mine as well. He took one of his hands, and ran it along the rim of my shirt where it met my waist line. Alex began to tug at the bottom of my shirt, and then I sat up and pulled my shirt off from me.

          As I was pulling my shirt off, Alex started unbuttoning his shirt. While he was unbuttoning his shirt, he was slowly revealing his brawny body. It always amazed me at how beautiful this man was. When he got to the last button on his shirt, I practically ripped it off of him.

          I pushed Alex so he was lying down on the couch, and then I got on top of him. I started kissing him again, but I did not just stop at his mouth. I started kissing his neck, and then I moved to his ears. However, it wasn’t just kissing I was doing either. I started biting his ears, more like nipping though. Then, I kissed my way down his stomach until I got to his waist line. Once I got to his waist line, I sat up.

          “What are you doing,” Alex asked.

          I smiled at him, “Just be patient.”

          I unbuttoned his jeans, and slid them off of him. Then, I slid his boxers right off. I kissed along his waist line again, then I grabbed his penis and I licked from the bottom of all the way to the tip of it. It was driving him crazy. I put him inside my mouth and started to suck, but then I stopped quickly to tease him a bit.

          Whenever I teased Alex it drove him insane! He then picked me up and sat me on the couch. He was kneeling on the floor in front of me. “Why must you tease me so much, Molly? We’re going to have to do something about that,” he said.

          Alex pushed my legs apart with his hands, and then he ran his hands up my thighs. Once he got to my waist, he reached for the button to my shorts, and then he undid them, and slid them off of me along with my panties. I was just sitting there on the couch in my bra, while he was on the floor in front of me, naked. He pushed my legs apart again with his hands, and this time he left his hands on my thighs. His hands were around my knees; holding them tight. Alex then began to lick from the inside of my left knee, and all the way up the inside of my thigh. Then, he proceeded to do the same thing to the right side. However, this time he didn’t stop once he reached my sex. My insides were trembling with excitement, and how incredible it was all feeling. Alex began to lick and kiss along my sex. My back was arched, and I was digging my hands into his hair.

          “Alex,” I began to moan.

          “Have you had enough yet?”

          I shook my head no. He looked at me and smirked, “Good, because I’m not quite finished with you yet.”

          Alex grabbed me by my waist and pinned me underneath him on the couch. He eased himself into me, and then he started to move. At first it was slow, and easy thrusts. Then it was fast, hard, and large thrusts. He kept thrusting into me more, and more; he kept pushing me until I had reached the edge. Then slowly after me, he climaxed.

          “Oh god,” Alex said as he came.

          He got off of me, and pulled me up to him. I laid my head down on his chest, and he wrapped his arms around me. Then he laid his head down on top of mine. Alex began to play with my hair, and I nuzzled my face into his neck.

          Since I had died, nothing was the same. Everything had felt utterly wrong. Yes, I know I deserved for things to be different, and for things to be just awful. However, if people were to really know what happened I think that at least some people would understand that I deserve some happiness as well.

          I finally found the happiness that I deserve; Alex. I really care for him, and it upsets me that we didn’t get to know each other when we were alive. Oh wow, I can only imagine the times we could have together if we were both alive and breathing.

          However, for the time being, I needed to find a way to get Leah to listen to me. Also, I was going to spend the rest of the day in the arms of the man that I loved.

Chapter Four: Leah

Well, I said that I would find her, didn’t I? However, I have no idea what I’m going to do. Part of me so deeply wants to get revenge, and another part of me wants to be good so I can keep moving down levels. I think I might just do a little bit of both…

          So, since it looked like I did not have a roommate to talk to, I guess I had to keep myself busy. I was off to the “movies” again. But who should I go see? I saw Peter last time I was there. Oh! I know who I should see. I should definitely check in on my brother. I wonder if anyone ever told him about my death. No one can probably even reach him. God only knows where he is. Wow, I wish I could speak to him.

          Once I managed to get myself ready to leave the room, I started to just think about my brother, Blake. No one had heard of him in so long. Maybe, maybe he could be… No, he couldn’t be. Could he? Well, that’s a stupid question. Of course he could be here! It’s not like it’s impossible for him to die. He has to die eventually. I just really hope that he is not here and that he is out there back on Earth. I hope that Blake is living a magnificent life. I hope that he has fallen in love, done everything he has ever wanted to do, and is the man he always wanted to be. Just please; please do not let him be here.

          I got to the theater, and I put in all of Blake’s information. Then, I walked into the theater so I could finally see my brother. He has to be alive, right? Otherwise it wouldn’t have worked. Oh god, I hope that he’s okay.

          Three…

          Two…

          One…

          There he was. Blake and his lanky, tall body. He still has the natural tan that he always had. His hair color was the same as mine, and his eyes; dark brown. He looked the same he did the last time I saw him. However, he just looked older. Blake looked more mature, happier actually. Blake looked happy, and that was the first time I could ever remember seeing him look happy.

          When Blake and I were growing up, we had it rough. Our mom was either always out, or worse; she was at home. When mom was out, we mostly were just stuck with each other. We didn’t mind it though. Well, at least I didn’t mind it. I always felt bad that Blake had to stay behind a lot of the time and watch me. The poor boy never got to go out with friends, because he had to take care of his little sister.

          However, when mom was in, that was the absolute worse. Mom always had a boyfriend. The only time I can remember her not having one, was when her and Tyler broke up for those few days. But, I’m not exactly sure if those counted.

          Anyways, our mother’s boyfriends were just horrendous. They were absolutely disgusting, and just awful. Sometimes, they would pick on Blake and me. It wasn’t always bad what they had to say to us. However, as I started to get older, they would start to hit on me when mom wasn’t around. For example, the one who uh, the one who raped me. But, Blake always tried his best to make sure they would stay away from me.

          Alright, back to the “movie.” Blake was sitting in a restaurant with a girl. She was beautiful. The girl looked like she could be a super model. Her longs were quite long; she had shoulder length blonde hair, and what looked like the blue eyes; just like the ocean.

          The two of them were sitting in a booth talking to one another. Oh my god, he looked so happy.

          “So, I’m really glad you finally agreed to come out with me, Ashley,” said Blake.

          Ashley blushed, “Well, how could I say no for a fourth time?”

          “Thank god, you were starting to hurt my ego.”

          “Oh, I doubt that could happen,” they both laughed.

          “Well,” said Ashley. “I think you should tell me about yourself.”

          “And why is that,” Blake smirked at her.

          “Because, you’re Blake Night. The biggest mystery at school! It’s not like I can go on this date, and not at least try to figure out some information about you.”

          Blake smiled at her, “I guess that’s only fair. Well, what would you like to know?”

          “Everything,” Ashley giggled.

          “Hmm, that’s quite a lot. Just ask me anything, and I’ll answer.”

          “Tell me about your family, maybe?”

          Blake looked at Ashley, and you could tell that something was bothering him. The look he gave her was just filled with so much agitation. “If this is about my sister, I already told everyone that I don’t know much. I only just came into contact with my mother,” Peter said angrily.

          Ashley’s face grew pale. She looked as if she had no idea what Blake was talking about. Was my murder all over the news? If so, where has this girl been to not hear about it?

          “Blake, what are you talking about,” asked Ashley.

          “My sister and her murder. Obviously this is all what this was about. I really liked you, but you only wanted the gossip.”

          Blake started to get up, but Ashley pulled his arm so he would sit back down. “Blake, if you don’t recall, I transferred here. So, I honestly have no idea what happened to your sister. But, I’m terribly sorry for your loss, and hope that everything turns out alright for you and your family. I like to hear how a man talks about his family before I continue to see them. So, that’s the only reason why I brought them up. I’ll leave you alone, I’m sorry for the misunderstanding.”

          Ashley got up and walked away. Blake sat in his chair, with his head in his hands. He looked as if he was so terribly confused. Blake finally snapped out of it, and he jumped out of his seat and ran for the door. After he was out of the restaurant, he started looking around the streets and sidewalk like a crazy person. Once he finally spotted Ashley a few yards away he started running towards her. He caught up to her and grabbed her arm, and she turned around and just stood there looking at him.

          The two of them just stood there on the sidewalk looking at each other. They looked absolutely perfect with each other. I had seen my brother with a ton of girls at school before, however this one just absolutely ruled out all of the others. Just the way they looked together; it was breathtaking.

          Blake and Ashley were still standing there looking at each other, and then eventually Ashley broke the silence. “What do you want,” she asked.

          “Please, let me explain. I’m sorry, I really am,” said Blake.

          “No, it’s fine. I understand that you’re going through a rough time,” Ashley looked away from him. “You don’t have to explain anything to me.”

          “Come on, Ashley. I want to. I honestly have not even talked to anyone about it. I want you to help me, please?”

          Ashley looked up at Blake, “Fine.”

          Blake looked at her with such longing, and he smiled. “Okay, come on. Let’s go back inside the restaurant.”

          The two of them walked back into restaurant in silence. They sat back down at a table, and didn’t say anything for a few minutes. “Well,” said Ashley. “Are you going to talk?”

          “Okay,” said Blake. “It’s a long story. Are you okay with that?”

          Ashley nodded, and Blake cleared his throat. “Well, the day I turned eighteen I left home, and I told my little sister who was fifteen at the time, that I would come back for her when she was eighteen.”

          “Why did you leave?”

          “Well, I just had a really rough home life. Our mom had us both when she was a teenager, and we have different dads. However, she gave me my sister’s dad’s last name. He was there for a little while, but then he left us. My mom was only fourteen when she had me and seventeen when she had my sister. So, obviously she had no idea how to deal with our dad leaving.”

          Ashley was already beginning to look horrified with our life story. “Did you ever meet your father?”

          “No, the man raped my mother. So, she has absolutely no idea who my father is. But, not a single one of us gives a fuck to try to find out who he is.”

          “Oh my gosh, that’s horrible,” said Ashley.

          “If at any time you want me to stop, and you leave, I am perfectly fine with that. I understand this is not something people are used to hearing.”

          Ashley looked at Blake with a stunned expression. “Of course, I told you that I’ll listen to what you had to say. I’m glad I am.”

          Blake smiled weakly at her. “Anyways, like I said. I told Leah that I would come back for her when she was eighteen. When I left, Leah and my mom were living in Oregon. Mom didn’t have a boyfriend at the time, but she never goes long without having one.”

          “After sometime that I left, Leah called me to tell me that they were moving to Arizona. I asked her to send me their new address. I guess they moved to somewhere in Tucson.”

          “Did you ever go see them at all? I mean, it’s not like Tucson is that from Palm Springs. It’s maybe a six hour drive.”

          “Oh I know, but I just couldn’t do it. I couldn’t go back and face my mother.”

          Blake stopped talking for a few minutes and drifted off into space. He eventually realized that he drifted away, and started talking again. “Well, they didn’t live there that long anyways.”

          Ashley looked confused. “What do you mean they didn’t live there that long?”

          “Oh, I’m getting there. Just wait, love,” Blake winked at her.

          Ashley giggled. “Well, on Leah’s sixteenth birthday she called me, crying in hysterics. She told me that our mom had kicked her out, and that the boyfriend had some sort of control over her.”

          “Control? What did she mean about that?”

          “When my mom is in a relationship, she would let the man take absolutely complete control over her. It was ridiculous, but she had no idea what else to do.”

          “Anyways,” said Blake. “Leah had told me that she always got in a fight with her boyfriend that day. The poor girl was having a rough sixteenth birthday. She told me that she was on her way to a friend’s house though. Leah said that she would call me in the morning.”

          “Did she call you in the morning,” asked Ashley.

          “No, she didn’t. But you know who did?”

          Ashley shook her head no. “My mother called me,” said Blake.

          Ashley looked puzzled, “What did she say to you?”

          Blake looked at Ashley, “She called me to tell me that my sister had been murdered. The police weren’t able to tell if Leah had tried to commit suicide, or if someone had snuck into the house and attacked her.”

          “But what about her friend? Wouldn’t the attacker have gotten her friend as well?”

          “That’s something that everyone has been questioning. No one knows exactly what happen. Except for her friend, Roxy green. Apparently her brother, Pete Green was there that night as well.”

          “What do you think happened,” Ashley asked intriguingly.

          “I think that her friends did something to her. There is no way in hell that my sister killed herself.”

          “Why do you think that?”

          “Well, for starters, she was stabbed. Leah was absolutely terrified of knives. She had aichmophobia. There is no way in hell that she would have even picked up a knife,” Blake explained.

          Ashley began to tear up. “I am so sorry, Blake. I am so, so sorry.”

          Ashley got up, and walked around the table to hug my brother. They wrapped their arms around each other, and it looked like such an amazing warm embrace. Then, Blake pulled away, and he kissed Ashley.

After Blake kissed Ashley the screen went black. I just sat there in the theater for a few minutes, and I didn’t even realize that I was crying until the man in the suit walked up to me and asked if I was okay.

          “Excuse me,” said the man.

          I wiped off my face really quick, and looked up at him. “I’m sorry,” I said.

          “Oh please, miss. Don’t be sorry. But, if I may ask, are you Leah Night?”

          “That’s me,” I said.

          The man handed me a card that told me to go to the front desk, and that I was going to be moved down levels. “Thank you,” I said to the man without realizing that he had already left.

          I got up, and walked down to the front desk. Olivia was there behind the desk. She looked up at me, and said, “Hey there, Leah. How are you, honey?”

          It was always nice to see Olivia. The woman never once looked unhappy. “I’m doing well, thank you,” I handed her my card.

          Olivia did her thing on the computer until she found my new information. “Okay, Leah. It looks like you are being moved to level eleven. You are in room ninety two. You do not seem to have a roommate yet.”

          I was upset at the fact that I didn’t have a roommate yet. Oh, well. It’s probably for the better. At least I wasn’t assigned to Molly as a new roommate again.

          I began walking to my room, and then I remembered what Aly told me about the levels. I started at fifteen, and I’m already at eleven. I am definitely moving fast here. I wonder what it’ll take me to get to level one. More importantly, what’s going to happen once I’m done moving down? What in the hell happens after Soul Castle?