[Suicide] PART 11

We looked toward the tops of the stairs. The feeling that the atmosphere was collapsing; was surely there. Aaron didn't want to speak, or hear anything. I didn't blame him. Seeing him in the future, was far more interesting than seeing me. Why? I may never know. His eyes, I wondered if they would be the same. Maybe he didn't look different at all; but judging by seeing me, he did.

Knowing that we had to keep moving hurt a bit too. I wanted to stay with him for as long as understandably can, though I couldn't. My heart raced as he turned to me and gesturded for us to get up. I was reluctant at first. Maybe if I refused to get up, we wouldn't have to go. This was a stupid thought for someone like me that was a logic geek. Unfortunatly it was all I could do. Knees knocking and hands trembling, we walked up the final flight of stairs and looked straight ahead. What could come after this? What do we do when we actually see each other? We were just ordinary kids (well, I was) and what were we going to do about us killing ourselves. Even though these thoughts probably paced through both of our minds we kept going. Aaron didn't look too brave, but he didn't look that scared eaither. I tried to chin up. Be a little bit like someone who could change the future. Just try and be like someone...like Aaron. The top seemed menicing. Almost as if someone had been killed there. It was a horrible feeling. I know Aaron felt it. He kept his fist tightly shut. Like he was hiding something from the wondering ghosts in the room. The elephant, that would not be mentioned. As our eyes wondered to the room, I heard him whisper. "Meggie...I don't want to..." I put my hand to his shoulder. There were no words too be said and that was it. Our faces were the words when our mouths could not perfect. He looked at me with his eyes covered. Not saying a word he placed his hand on mine. Then, he smiled. That was enough. 113 was a room that was near the end of the hall. Other rooms seemed alright to live in, but the dim light that filled the hallway was positivly creepy. The wallpaper was inviting enough to keep my sanity. Aaron examined with me, until the door came in sight. The three was crooked and the ones seemed perfect. "I probably did that slamming the door." He tried to joke. Inside we knew that it was no joke what was behind that door. Suddenly, in a flash the door was open and a tall, large figure appeared. His hair was jet-black, and straight. Clothes seemed a bit torn, but the suit was alright. The shock that it sent through my spin almost made me gag. It was truley fortunate that I didn't, because I then reliezed that the man...

Was Aaron.

We were quiet and watched the hurrying man walk down the stairs. He stopped, and sighed. The low tone voice the fell from his lips were calm and short. "Can you give her a message? Yes, tell Meggie that-" I couldn't hear the rest. They did know each other here, and by the look on his face, he was worried about her. About me "Yes, it is urgent. Please, and thank you..." He quickly shut the phone and sighed again. There was something different about this Aaron though. The way he walked was in long strides, but slow ones. His voice was so soft and calm that I was begainning to wonder if it really was Aaron, and not just a visitor. I turned to Aaron, and saw his expression. Then, I turned back to the older.

He was looking, straight at us.

Blue ice eyes as cold as the Artic sky.