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Can I tell you a secret? About the day I died?
I'll tell you and only you, only if you promise not to tell.

It was a few weeks before halloween, and someone asked me to homecoming. I was so excited because I'd never been to a school dance before. He was a nice guy, not many people liked him though. Cute, kind and gentle. He slowly swept me off my feet. I realized it before we left the dance. I kept thinking 'why does this night have to end?' He drove me home and, at my door, I said "I had so much fun! I don't get asked out often seeing as I'm not a cheerleader." He chuckled at my comment, then he turned, smiled and said "I'm suprised. You're much prettier than them, I thought you'd be taken by the time i got the nerve to ask." 'How cute, He's shy too' I thought. "It was wonderful, will I see you again?" I asked, looking down at my mary-janes. "Sure." He said. As I looked up, I noticed something 'he's blushing' I smiled and stood on my toes to kiss his cheek. He said three words when I started to enter my house, "See you tomorrow?" he asked, shy as can be. "Okay" I replied, a shut the door. The next day we were as close as possible. He got embarassed easily by my comments on how he looked. After hours of hanging out at the mall, he finally said something, "you look beautiful" he said. I stopped what I was doing, "Really? You mean it? No ones ever said that to me." I started to blush as I said it. "Yea, I do" he stated with a small smile. The next weeks were a blast, movies, dinner dates and some kissing happned. When Halloween came, I went all out. Dressed in Lolita, in all its frilly glory, I rang his doorbell. Someone new answered the door and I asked for him. The guy looked at me like I was playing a sick joke. They invited me inside and one step into the room, I knew something was wrong. The room was filled with old family photos with him and two other boys his age. The man who answered the door said he was his father, and that he had been one of three triplets. The other boys had, apparently, died in a plane crash two years before I met him, and he had killed himself last month, after school started. I told him all about the last few days and he looked at me grimly. I started to feel unnerved. I got up said thanks and walked over to the door when he came up behind me. He told me he'd walk me home and I said no thanks. But he grabbed my arm and yanked me towards him, he reached for the back of my neck and got my pressure points. I blacked out seconds later. When I woke up, my dress was in shreds hanging off of me, my hair a matted mess, warm with blood. I tried to scream but he had put something around my throat so I couldn't. I saw him across the room with a knife. I just sat there and watched him move over to me and then as I lay dying, I heard Dearly Beloved playing faintly across my memories of those happy times, from the first kiss to the last day.

Do you know how weird it is to go to your own funeral? How sad it is? It was heart breaking to watch my parents mourn my death. They caught him soon after I died. I'm still in my dress, I fixed it now. And I'm finally with him. Turns out, He'd been haunting me because he had always loved me....

....and turns out, I always loved him.


I still never figured out why my mind thought of that song...
~~~~teh end~~~~

tell me if it sucked.
heres a link to the song-->http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h2MPBdBNU9A