UR NAME IS KORO
You finally get to the top the cliff path but no one is there.... maybe the person left? 'Wait is that'..... for a second you are frozen in place. Then almost automatically you find yourself suddenly moving toward the Spiky black Vinyl bag abandoned on the ground... Mel has one JUST like this... You quickly unzip it and search the contents for any clues. You pull out a moleskin journal and quickly open it. In the front cover it says 'Property of Melody Verdell'. It's her's alright. The wind blows, swiftly forcing the pages to turn quickly as they would in movie when a witch is consulted her book of spells for a particular hex. Your hand stops it for a second "...he doesn't love me anymore..." she must be speaking about her boyfriend Dylan, MAN he is a dick. You never really understood why she liked him. He always gave you such a hard time too, ever since we sawing you drawing in art class one time. Before you can over analyse it for a second longer the wind whips through the pages again and stops on "...sometimes the heart needs time to accept what the mind already knows..." and with one last strong gust it flurries the pages and stops on the final scribbled entry... it looks like it was written recently and in quite a state considering the hectic scrawl and the wrinkled splotch indicating a tear hitting the page, that small patch hasn't even dried completely yet. It reads:
"We are born alone to this cruel world, and so it only makes sense that we die alone too..."
"MEL" you say desperately as you run to the edge clutching her journal. A body is sprawled out on the rocks below.... 'it can't be her.... it can't be' you keep repeating to yourself. You first reaction is to run down there and check. All the times you've had with her start to flash through your minds eye, times she smiled at you from across the room, times you sat quietly together drawing in comfortable silence, those times you accidentally touched and laughed it off and times you wish you had been brave enough to speak up, to ask her what was wrong that day, or to tell her that you would be there to listen if she ever needed to talk... but mostly you see times you might never get now, future times yet to happen... and strangely they're the ones that hurt the most. The wind whips you in the face. Your eyes start to burn red hot. You try to hold it back, you eyes are welling up. You need to pull it together right now. AND THAT'S WHEN IT HAPPENED...
Sometimes the most detrimental events can happen in a single moment of misfortunate chance... if you hadn't of been leaning over the edge of the cliff so much to see if that were Mel below, if you didn't spin around so quickly to run down there, if the wind hadn't suddenly changed direction... then maybe you would still be alive. But in a single moment the wind knocked you off balance as you slipped on the loosened stones beneath your feet at the edge of the cliff, where you instantly found yourself plummeting to the rocks below.
You died on impact........ landing next to Mel in such a way that it actually looked like you were holding hands. They found her moleskin journal too, except it had landed in one of the rock pools and all the ink had run; making any words or possible explanation totally illegible. The newspaper reported the incident as a "Secret Lovers Suicide Pact", involving two gothic teenagers who enjoyed the music of Marilyn Manson and Poets like Sylvia Plath. It's started a whole debate in the PTA about whether they should ban certain books, music and styles of expression from school totally and regard them as high risk. Of course it was just Parents and Teachers unable to explain what had happened and grasping at any explanation possible. Plus, you always did secretly wish in your heart of hearts that Mel would make any kind of 'Lovers Pact' with you, and even though that wasn't how it had happened at all... it's kind of poetic in a strange way, or ironic.
"We are born alone to this cruel world, and so it only makes sense that we die alone too..."
"MEL" you say desperately as you run to the edge clutching her journal. A body is sprawled out on the rocks below.... 'it can't be her.... it can't be' you keep repeating to yourself. You first reaction is to run down there and check. All the times you've had with her start to flash through your minds eye, times she smiled at you from across the room, times you sat quietly together drawing in comfortable silence, those times you accidentally touched and laughed it off and times you wish you had been brave enough to speak up, to ask her what was wrong that day, or to tell her that you would be there to listen if she ever needed to talk... but mostly you see times you might never get now, future times yet to happen... and strangely they're the ones that hurt the most. The wind whips you in the face. Your eyes start to burn red hot. You try to hold it back, you eyes are welling up. You need to pull it together right now. AND THAT'S WHEN IT HAPPENED...
Sometimes the most detrimental events can happen in a single moment of misfortunate chance... if you hadn't of been leaning over the edge of the cliff so much to see if that were Mel below, if you didn't spin around so quickly to run down there, if the wind hadn't suddenly changed direction... then maybe you would still be alive. But in a single moment the wind knocked you off balance as you slipped on the loosened stones beneath your feet at the edge of the cliff, where you instantly found yourself plummeting to the rocks below.
You died on impact........ landing next to Mel in such a way that it actually looked like you were holding hands. They found her moleskin journal too, except it had landed in one of the rock pools and all the ink had run; making any words or possible explanation totally illegible. The newspaper reported the incident as a "Secret Lovers Suicide Pact", involving two gothic teenagers who enjoyed the music of Marilyn Manson and Poets like Sylvia Plath. It's started a whole debate in the PTA about whether they should ban certain books, music and styles of expression from school totally and regard them as high risk. Of course it was just Parents and Teachers unable to explain what had happened and grasping at any explanation possible. Plus, you always did secretly wish in your heart of hearts that Mel would make any kind of 'Lovers Pact' with you, and even though that wasn't how it had happened at all... it's kind of poetic in a strange way, or ironic.
