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.