Chapter Eight: Leah

I pulled Dylan into the room, and closed the door behind us. “Go ahead and take a seat on the bed, Dylan,” I said to him.

Dylan walked over to my bed, and took a seat. You’d almost think there was nothing wrong with him. The boy was quite attractive. Oh well, I could still get some use out of him. I walked over to the bed as well, and sat a little too close to him. “So what do you want to do,” asked Dylan.

I put my hand on his thigh, and started running my fingers up and down it. “Well, there are a few things we could do,” I said.

Dylan started to look nervous. “Like what,” he asked.

I stopped running my fingers along his leg, and moved up to his waist line. I inched two fingers inside of his pants, and I ran my fingers along the inside of Dylan’s waist, and watched him tremble a little. “Have you ever been with a girl, Dylan?”

Dylan looked from my hand to my face. “Um, not since before I died…”

“Well,” I said as I removed my hand, and got on top of him with on knee on either side of his hips. “Would you want to be with me?”

I started inching my face closer and closer to his. Our noses were touching, and I could feel him beginning to breathe heavy. Dylan looked from my eyes, to my lips to what seemed like a thousand times. Then, he quickly wrapped his arms around my waist, and pulled me even closer to him. He pressed his mouth against mine so hard, but yet so gentle, and began to kiss me.

We had to pull away to breathe, because honestly, it was getting really intense. Dylan looked at me and lifted me off of him. “I’m so sorry,” he said. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

He got up and started to towards the door. “Wait,” I said. “Dylan, it’s okay. I wanted that to happen.”

I put my hand on his chest. “It’s okay, Dylan.”

Dylan looked completely embarrassed. “Are you sure?”

I smiled at him, and nodded my head. He walked back over to where I was standing on the other side of the room. He grabbed my face very gently with both of his hands, and leaned down to kiss me. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he said after he kissed me.

“Believe me, sweetheart. You cannot hurt me anymore than what’s already happened.”

Dylan started running his hands down my back, and once he got to my waist he wrapped his fingers along the inside of my shirt. He pulled away for a few seconds, and slipped my shirt over my head. As soon it was off he was kissing me again, and then he wrapped his hands around my legs and picked me up.

Dylan walked both of us over to the bed, and he gently laid me down while getting on top of me. He pulled away again and took off his shirt. He had a perfect body; a body like the guys had in the magazines. However, he had bruises all over him. What happened to him when he died? That’s something I was going to have to find out later.

I laid there beneath him and looked up at him. I was staring at all of the bruises on him, and then I eventually looked up at his face. Our eyes met at the same time. It seemed as if we were both examining each other. I had forgotten about the bruises, and the big ass scar he could see after my shirt was off.

The X shaped scar was out in the open for Dylan to see. He very gently ran his fingers along the scar. I wasn’t in that bed with him, half naked, to look at each other’s scars and bruises and get sappy though. I was there to make a point, and that point had to be made whether or not I was afraid to hurt him. So, I looked up at him and said, “Let’s switch spots.”

Dylan wrapped his arms around my waist, and pulled me on top of him. I was sitting on top of Dylan, and I stared making out with him again right away. I didn’t have time to be sappy and just stare at each other anymore. I started kissing his neck softly, and then I moved to his chest. I left a trail of kisses down his stomach, and then I got to the waistband of his jeans. I unbuttoned them, and slowly slid them off of him. Dyaln was lying in front of me only in his boxers. Dear god the boy was gorgeous. I stood up to take off my shorts, that way he would not be the only one without pants.

As soon as my shorts were off Dylan sat up and motioned for me to walk towards him. So, I did. He was sitting on the edge of my bed, and I was standing between his legs. Dylan pressed his hands into my back, so I would even be closer to him. He kept one hand on my back, and brought the other one to my face and he kissed me. I pushed him back onto the bed that I way I could get ontop of him. I straddled Dylan, and pressed my mouth so forcefully and with so much lust against his.

Dylan's hands were all over me. He started with my face, he gently held it while I forcefully kissed him. Then, he moved to my boobs. He had one hand holding one, and the other hand gently moved his finger around the outside of nipple and then grabbed like it was his. After my boobs he moved to stomach. Whenever my stomach is touched I always flinch a little, because it always take me by surprise. His fingers ran along the outside of rib cage, and then grazed my hips. Once he got my hips, he switched one hand to grabbing my ass, and the other hand kept moving past my hips to the rim of my panties. Then Dylan moved his hand into my panties, and slipped his fingers inside of me.

I moaned into his ear to let him know that I liked it. We were both getting really into it, and then suddenly there was pounding on my door, and Dylan shot right up pushing me off of him. Quickly picking up his clothes, the boy bolted right out the door and left me on the floor in nothing but my bra and panties; speechless. How am I supposed to get help from him if he can't even calm down enough for stuff like this? Whatever, I will have to find a way. Maybe I'll just have to get help from Jack instead. If I play my cards right, both of these boys could be in great use for me. I guess we'll just have to wait and see what happens.

After a few minutes I got up, and put my clothes back on. Then, I walked out of the bedroom to try to find Dylan or Jack to see what the hell happened. Level eleven was surprisingly long; however, I kept on walking around the hall until I found a sign that had the boys’ names on it. It seemed as if I was walking along that hall forever. However, eventually I found it. Their room was towards the end of the hall. The sign on their door read ‘Jack and Dylan.’ I reached up to knock on the door, but it was already cracked open. I was confused, so I stood there for a moment trying to figure out if I should let myself in or not. Carelessly, I just pushed it right open and walked in.

Once I walked in I saw Dylan curled up in the fetal position on the floor, and Jack kneeling over him trying to console his friend. It sounded like Dylan was crying, but I couldn’t make out the exact sounds. Slowly, I tried to walk back out without them knowing I was there. However, that didn’t seem to work out so well, because I ended up tripping over something and making noise. Jack quickly turned around to look at me, and I just froze in place. “What are you doing here,” he said to me, confused.

“I was just coming to see if he was alright.”

“He’s scared, no thanks to you I should probably say,” Jack said sternly.

Jack gave me a dirty look, and then turned back to his friend who was shaking back and forth. He was beginning to irritate me. “No thanks to me? What are you talking about?”

Jack let out a deep breath before he began talking. “Dylan was with you, and something happened to make him like this. The boy has fucking PTSD, we we’ve been on the battlefield for crying out loud!”

Then it finally hit me. Dylan did not have any social disorders, he wasn’t awkward, and it wasn’t that he didn’t have a filter. The poor boy was traumatized. Something happened to him, and now he is absolutely freaking terrified.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I honestly didn’t know,” I began to tremble over my words. “But I didn’t do anything to him.”

“Oh no?”

Now Jack was the one who was irritated. He was just trying to help his friend though. “No,” I said. “We were in my bedroom, and then out of no where there was just pounding on the door, and he got up and just ran out the door without saying a single thing.”

He looked at the me with apologetic eyes, then he turned to Dylan who seemed to have calmed down a bit while we were talking. “Dylan, is that what happened? Was there pounding on the door in Leah’s room,” he asked his friend worriedly.

Dylan looked up to the both of us and nodded his head. “We were just you know, doing some stuff in her room. Out of no where the sound was coming from outside. I had to get out, Jack. I thought I was back there. I thought I hadn’t left.”

Jack looked between his friend and me, and patted his friend on the shoulder and started to chuckle. “You did the right thing about getting out fast man, but you left the girl to fend for herself!”

Dylan looked up at me as if to say sorry. “Leah, aw damnit. I’m sorry, when I heard the noise I completely forgot that you were even there. I had to get out.”

I looked at Dylan, and smiled at him. “It’s fine, honey. I was in no harm at all.”

“Well, Dylan how about you get up in bed and rest? I’ll walk Leah here back to her room.”

“I swear, you act just like my mother sometimes,” Dylan complained.

Although he complained he smiled at his friend as if to say thank you, and did as he said. Jack stood up, and put his hand on the small of back. “Alright, we should go to leave the kid to rest.”

Jack and I walked out of the room, and closed the door. “Should I walk you back to your room?”

This is perfect, I thought to myself. Now is the time I can get Jack on my side as well. “Unless you’d like to hangout for a bit,” I asked him.

Jack smirked, oh I would love to spend some time with someone as pretty as you, but I have some stuff to take care of.”

“Oh,” I said a bit disappointed. “I guess to my room would be fine then.”

The two of us walked back to my bedroom, just talking about our lives when we were alive, but I left out Tucson. Eventually we got to my bedroom, and we stood outside my door, lingering for a few minutes. I was fiddling with my hands, and Jack put a hand underneath my chin and had me look up at him. Then, he grabbed my face gently, and pressed my mouth to his. He pulled away, and said, “Till next time?”

I nodded, and he walked away. Yes, Jack. Next time…

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.