A month ago.

Date: 2/16/08

I heard faint screaming coming from outside my apartment window. I turned and looked at my

fiancé, Tyler . He was still fast asleep, snoring very loudly. I slowly got up and drug myself

unwillingly to my furry, cozy slippers. I walked over to the window and opened it. I put my head

outside and saw someone lunging towards the screaming victim with a knife dripping in blood. I

started to freak out as he grabbed the young, unprotected woman and stabbed her in the chest a

multitude of 6 times. She screamed at the top of her lungs at every lunge. Once he had done the

horrible crime, he looked around to see if anyone was watching. He looked to his left, his right,

but when he looked up and saw me, a huge amount of fear appeared in his eyes as he ran away

down the alley. I raced for the phone dialing 911.

“911, what is your emergency?”

“Hello, yes, I just witnessed a murder at my apartment, 1616 Trail Dr .”

“Yes, police will be there soon ma’am. Did you know the victim or the murderer?”

“No. I don’t believe so.”

I heard the dial tone at the same time, the sound of sirens appeared in the distance. Police soon

surrounded my house and threw open their doors and cocked their guns. I ran so fast down the

stairs, I tripped and almost broke my ankle. But once I got outside, the police but down their

guns and ran towards me so swiftly I could feel the cold night air in my shoes. The all asked me

several questions such as ‘What did the murderer look like?’ ‘When did you see the scene

occur?’ I got very nervous and felt like the center of attention. But I told no one that he had seen

my face and knew where I lived. I knew they would take me away from my husband or make me

do something I did not want to do. I was so scared. Tyler woke up at the sound of sirens and

came outside, came behind me and romantically grabbed my small figured waist and asked me
what the hell was going on. I answered his and all of the policemen’s questions. He knew, just by

instinct that I was not telling the whole story. He knew that I was lying when the police asked if

the murderer had caught a quick glimpse of me. But he said nothing.

The Next Day

After I had witnessed the crime, I was so frightened and I kept looking over my shoulder

thinking he would appear behind me and stab me in the back like he did to that innocent little,

unprotected teenage girl. I slowly got out of bed with my husband by my side and we went to go

watch the news. Automatically they were talking about the horrible gory murder that had gone

on the night before. I hid under Tyler ’s arm and started to cry.

“It’s okay Hun. Everything will be alright. Now you just remember that I’m always her for you.

And I’ll never leave. If he comes around, you know what horrible things I would do to that

bas...”

I interrupted him before he finished his sentence.

“Did you hear that?”

I ran over to the window and opened it. I stuck my head outside but all I saw was some bushes

rustling.

“Never mind. It was just some bushes.” I said as I slowly walked over to Tyler .

Tyler was always there for me. We were getting married in May. The 28th to be exact.

We were so in love and I knew we were always meant to be, because we had the same interests

and we were deeply in love. We met almost two years ago. At college. We were both 21. And we

met at a party. It was actually at a rave, but we left early and we talked for 3 hours straight. We

dated ever since then. Until two weeks ago when he popped the question. Of course I said yes, in

the most excited voice I have ever used. We went to the most exotic, expensive restaurant in our
entire town. ‘La Shoo’. They serve all the vegetarian meals you could think of. And they are very

concerned about our health and the environments health. They reduce, reuse, and recycle but

they also make their own food, which was very delicious. We were in love. He has always been

there for me. Anyways back to the bushes and the window situation.

The TV was still talking about the murder an hour later. I wanted to suggest that Tyler and I

move to a new house in a new town, but we both grew up here and he would just fight back and

say he would protect me no matter what, so I didn’t say anything. The new also said that I was

the one who called, which was a really horrible idea. Because then the murderer, if he was

watching could know my name AND what I looked like. So I grabbed onto Tyler even harder.

Scared for mine and his life, I knew this was just the beginning.

Weeks later. Chase scene.

My knees were scraped, I had blood dripping out of my head, and yet I was still running. I saw

trash cans, full of disgusting garbage fall over within impact of my arms trying to run away. I

turned around to see if he was still following me, watery red liquid falling onto my shoulders and

down my stomach. He was, with a gun in his hand he pointed it at me. I ducked and ran as I saw

it all in slow motion; the bullet flew right over my head, into the concrete wall… I saw dirt and

dust fly everywhere. I knew it could be my distraction, my way out. So I booked it out of there,

yet again I fell, this time on my hand. I heard a loud crack as I screamed at the top of my lungs,

knowing I just broke my hand. But still I got up and ran for my life, literally.

I busted through the hospital doors, seeing everyone look up at me as I fell onto the counter.

“Someone get some help!” A random person said. A doctor ran out and picked me up like I was

some helpless baby, which is how I felt. He set me on a table and put something over mouth, he

said it would help me breathe. But it just made me feel very dizzy and exhausted. Something was
jabbed into my arm and I realized my blood was being drawn for various tests. I was very scared

and was delirious because I had lost so much blood, because I had fallen about five times,

scraped my knees, elbows, ankles, back, and of course I hit my head on a trash can. With all the

things going into my body and bandages getting put on me, I passed out because of it all. I kept

thinking about Tyler and how he would react to all of this. The murderer chasing me, me in the

hospital. All of it, I just didn’t know.

The next morning (Present day) Date: 12/16/09

I wake up to find Tyler asleep in the chair next to me, I get up and realize I can’t because of all

the cords and stuff in my arms. So I press the nurse button on the remote. Once the nurse comes

in, I ask her how he found out I was here and she told me I kept telling them to call him. So they

did, but I guess I didn’t remember. I chuck my empty milk carton at his head as I laugh at how

stupid I was not to remember. We talked about what happened and how we couldn’t tell anyone.

Because he would hurt us, bad. So we kept quiet, and we just said we would protect each other

no matter what. He inspected all my bruises and cuts and scrapes as he acted like a doctor, which

he sucked at, but it made me laugh. I love Tyler . And he loves me.

We walked home together from the hospital, as he got a text on his Blackberry saying he was

needed at his job as an artist. The new client wanted a girly picture of a forest, all pink and green.

I thought it was unusual but that’s what his client wants. And he said he would paint it, so I don’t

mind it at all.

I motion slowly, since my arm still hurts, for a cab. A bright yellow, shiny cab pulls along the

curb and I hop in and close the door. I tell him the directions to my apartment, and he pulls up

there in less than 30 minutes so I had to pay him about 15 bucks. I jump out of the car and climb
up the stairs dragging my foot. Today was not a good day, I said to myself. I turn on the TV and

slowly fall asleep to ANTM.

I wake up to someone dragging me out the door of my apartment. He obviously doesn’t know

I’m not awake anymore. So I start to kick violently, aiming for his head, trying to kick a hole

through his head with my 4 inch red stilettos. I kick him right up in his man business, and as he

falls over, cringing in pain, I run for the kitchen looking for the knives.

“God damn it, where’d we put the knives???” I yell angrily as I start to through random kitchen

utensils.

“Looking for these?” He yells at me as he lunges forward with one of the knives. He obviously

took them before as a precaution. Smart guy. I run to the lamp and I throw it at him. It hits him

right in the head, and a chunk of glass gets lodged into his forehead, blood dripping slowly from

the wound. I duck and run for the door as he checks his head, but instead he comes around and

slams the door shut and yanks back my hair, so that I fall on the ground with a thud. He jumps on

top of me and pins my legs and arms onto the ground with his knees. I don’t know what to do,

I’m just stunned, but I find myself spitting in his face.

“Now, now. You shouldn’t have done that.” He says in a sarcastic tone as he grabs a needle out

of his pocket, and shoves it into my left arm, releasing a clear fluid as I’m screaming to be let go.

I wake up and find something covering my head, it’s itchy and I don’t like it. I try to get up, but I

hit my head and find myself trapped. I swing my hands around to see where I am or who is with

me.

“Ow!” Someone yelled at me. “Watch it.”

“What? Whose there?” I ask nervously, scared, trying to get the wool bag off my head.

“Shh, he’ll hear us. It’s me. Tyler .”

I embrace Tyler as hard as I can and I whisper questions, fast yet slurred.

“Where in the back of his van, it’s the murderer, and no you can’t take the bag off. I’ve tried

already.” He said answering all my questions at once. I hugged him again and slowly started

crying, yet he didn’t see. I could tell if it was dark or light in the back of the car because the wool

bag let light through. It was pitch black dark.

“How did he get us?” I asked.

“Well, he was my client. And I’m not sure how he found you.”

“He knew where we lived, of course, so he captured me. Wow, I’m such an idiot to fall asleep

with the doors unlocked.” I yelled at myself. Tyler put his hand around mine telling me to be

more quiet. All of a sudden we got jerked in the side of the car. He was stopping the van.

I heard footsteps outside of the car and he opened the back doors and pulled us out. He then

handcuffed us together, and pushed us forward. He shoved Tyler and me into some sort of

storage place. I knew it was a storage bin because he took off the bags and I could see them. But

I couldn’t see his face because he had a beanie on.

“Wow typical murderer outfit.” I thought to myself. I laughed a little but inside I was deeply,

deeply scared. And I knew Tyler was too, because he was shaking. Once we saw each other

though, we hugged, and kissed, saying everything was going to be all right. He closed and locked

us inside the bin. A few hours later, he had still to come back, yet he had not. So we both drifted

into a deep sleep, me lying on his shoulder, hugging.

Morning

I woke up to the sound of the doors opening; I shook Tyler awake and told him to get up. The

murderer walked over to us and grabbed us by are free hands and shoved us back into the van,

this time he did not put anything on our heads. So we could see. But the car had no license plate.
So even if the murderer didn’t take our phones we couldn’t tell anyone (the police) how to find

us. He drove off and I looked through the window and say the two most shocking words I have

ever seen. LAS VEGAS . He was taking us there? Why? Vegas is a good place to be, not a bad

one. I was wondering about it the whole time, so I got the courage to ask him why we were going

to Vegas.

“Hey, sir. Why are you taking us to Vegas?” I ask shyly waiting for a reply.

Tyler hits me and I look over and he’s shaking his head at me, practically saying it’s a bad idea

to talk to him.

“That’s a good question lil’ lady.” He says in a country accent. “Because we gonna have some

good, clean fun.”

“Yay!” I say enthusiastically, yet sarcastically because I know things can only go downhill from

here.

Las Vegas

I had fallen asleep, but I woke up to the loud noises of slot machines and a migraine. Tyler had

fallen asleep on the couch, which I noticed would look good in our apartment, if we could fix the

apartment. Wait… couch? Where am I? I know were in Las Vegas, but it looks as if the murderer

was courteous enough to put us in a hotel room, instead of his stinky, beat-up van. I get up and

shake Tyler awake. He groans and falls onto the floor, looking like he's dead. He always looks

that way when he's sleeping. I look around trying to search for the killer, but he is no where to be

found. I go into the bathroom and find toothbrushes and hairbrushes and makeup and cologne

and perfume, all waiting for us. ‘Cool’ I thought, as I grabbed the long, black tube of mascara

and started to swipe some on my tan, flawless skin. I hear footsteps a minute later and my heart

skips a beat, and I turn around to find that the dead has risen. Tyler walks over to me and says
good morning as he brushes his teeth. I sit down on the counter waiting to see how long it is until

he realizes where he is.

“Whoa! Where did all this stuff come from? It wasn’t here last night.” He said.

“You were awake last night, how did we get here, did you carry me, did he drug us, what

happened???” I say so fast Tyler starts to fall over.

“Slow down, you’re making my head hurt.” He yells.

“So you have a migraine too, do you have an upset stomach?”

“Yeah, a little. I think he did drug us, I remember just a little about last night, we walked to the

hotel and he took us into the casino. He let us play the slots for like twenty minutes, and then he

brought us some fancy drinks that were all fizzy, you were still half asleep, at the time, and

then… wait, he gave us drinks. He probably put something in there, which is why they were all

fizzy.”

“Oh, crap.” I say as I run for the toilet and start to throw up whatever it was I had to drink or to

eat, I do not remember anything.

Tyler ran over as fast as his tired-as-heck legs could carry him, and picked up my hair as stared

away and flinched.

“Sorry.” I said apologizing because I know he's very flinchy about puking.

I get up and get a bottle of water from the mini fridge that is equipped with bottles of wine,

cheeses, and everything you could imagine. High class... I’d say. I hear a knock on the door, and

I hesitate to answer, but I get up the nerve to go over and slowly open the door. But before I

actually open it, I look through the peephole and see a maid. I take a breath of relief and open the

door. The next part of this all happened so fast I didn’t know what to do. The maid was pushed

out of the way and a man wearing a mask jumped out and put his arms around my neck, putting
me in a chokehold, while holding a knife to my back. He walked me into the bathroom where

Tyler was washing up and he took me out of his chokehold but told me to Tyler to get out of the

shower or he’ll stab me.

“ Tyler , please come out here, for a moment, I need to show you something.” I say, about to cry.

“Okay, hold on babe, let me finish drying up.” He walks out of the shower and puts on his robe,

when he turns around, he screams seeing the man holding the knife to my back.

“Let her go!” he yells lunging at the murderer.

“NO!!!!!”

The murderer pushes me onto the counter and grabs his knife firmly and lunges at Tyler . I see

all of this in slow motion, the song Sentimental by Mike Simpson playing in my head as Tyler ’s

body falls to the ground and my mouth screaming no, as the murderer drops the gun and runs

away out of the room. I run towards Tyler crying my eyes out, everything blurred and sudden,

my shirt and pants getting drenched in his blood, but I didn’t care. I ran for the phone and dialed

911 as fast as I could.

“911, what is your emergency?”

“Hello, yes, I just witnessed a murder at my hotel room. Room 16, Plaza Hotel, get here quick!”

“Yes, police will be there soon ma’am. Did you know the victim?”

“Yes, he’s my fiancé.”

At The Hospital

I waited for hours and hours just staring at the wall, crying hysterically, knowing that what just

happened could have cost me my life, but instead it cost Tyler 's, maybe. I’m still waiting for the

doctors results. I’m so scared and tired and I don’t know how I should react to this, all I know is

that its horrible.

“Um, hello, are you Ms. Trenton?” Someone in scrubs says.

“Yes, why?” I say still crying, my words slurring.

“Your fiancé, he didn’t survive. The murderer stabbed to close to his heart and Tyler had lost too

much blood. I’m deeply, deeply sorry Ms. Trenton.”

I immediately started crying as I ran as fast as I could out of the hospital not even caring if the

murderer was going to capture me or kill me, all I wanted right at that moment was Tyler. He

was so young; he had his whole life ahead of him. His life, with me. And know he's gone.

Forever, killed with a knife. I knew what I had to do, right then. I had to go after the killer. And I

had to kill him. And then I would do what I have always dreamed of.

The Next Day

I was walking along the side of the road, crying, promising Tyler that I would be with him soon.

I knew that I would also be with my parents too. Both killed in a car accident. My life was so

messed up, and I had to fix it. On my own, roaming through Las Vegas . Looking for a killer

who murdered the love of my life, and the only person I had left to care about. I would never

give up, not even if it kills me. I would do anything to be with Tyler again. He meant everything

to me, he was my world. I hate talking about people in the past tense, yet here I am, doing it. I

laugh as I wipe a tear off of my cheek. I walk all the way home, to my hotel room.

Later

I’m walking along the street, slowly, lagging behind some old man with an umbrella and a cane.

It’s raining, pouring down, hard-to-miss raining. My uggs are ruined, holding me down because

they have gotten soaked with the cold, hard rain. I'm crying, thinking to myself ‘Why am I still

here?’ I look around, at the trees, the sky, and the ground. When I look ahead of me again, the

old man is gone. Just disappeared I’d say. I don’t think anything of it, so I keep on forcing my
body to move ahead. I walk until it hurts to move my poor, skinny legs. It hurts to pick up my

feet also because they are soaked with pouring down rain. I see a shadow moving closer and

closer to me, slowing inching its way. It’s the old man, he smiles at me, yet I cannot see his face

because his hood from his jacket is in the way. I wave, but instead of waving back, he runs

towards me, ripping off his Abercrombie jacket and throwing his cane on the cold, hard ground. I

then realize, once I see his face, that instead of being a sweet, crippled old man, he is the rude,

upright young killer. I try to run away, but unfortunately, my uggs are holding me back, gluing

me to the gray cement ground. I try to scream, but like a silent movie, all you can hear is the rain.

He lunges at me with a knife which was dripping in blood which I know for sure is Tyler 's. He

imitates laughing, plunging the sharp, metal blade into my chest, multiple times until I almost

passed out from blood loss. I cry in pain, rolling around helplessly on the cold pavement. This

reminds me of the girl he first murdered that one day a while ago. He stabs me in the shoulder

violently, laughing at me. The silent movie has now been ejected for a horror movie (with

sound). He kicks me fiercely in the left flank, smiling like he knows something that no one else

knows about. He laughs, watching me slowly drift away; my lifeless body screaming and crying,

pleading to God ‘Why?’ Him kicking me feels and sounds like someone is pounding me with

twenty pound rocks. I toss and turn, feeling like I’m being strangled, dragged down into a black

hole. My eyes open and I see a TV, a radio and an alarm clock. I get up, repeating to myself ‘It

was just a dream.’ But I am interrupted by a loud banging on the door, sounding like someone is

throwing rocks at my door. That’s where the sound was coming from. It’s all coming together

now. It wasn’t real. I walk to the door and see a maid. She asked if I was okay, because she heard

screaming. She told me she was instructed to come up to my room to give me something. It was

a package. I was scared yet excited at the same time to open it. I looked at the box and examined
it. No return address, hmm, weird. I grabbed a knife, flinched remembering the dream, and then

cut open the box. There was a letter made out of very cute stationery. I cut it open also, but it was

blank. I was confused and wanted to ponder the note, but instead I just opened up the present that

was wrapped up in the same design as the letter. It was a cane. I stepped back and gasped. I went

back to the letter and took a long look at it. Still blank. I ran my hand on the top of it, it felt

slippery. White colored pencil. It’s a secret message. I went to my drawer and pulled out a shiny,

yellow sharpie brand marker. I ran it over the whole paper, front and back. I found nothing on

the back. But there was something on the front. I knew it was from the killer. The message made

me feel scared and made me wonder all day. It said in big, messy lettering…

YOU’RE NEXT.

The Next Day

I wondered how he knew what my dream was, or how he got to plan this whole thing out. I

thought he wasn’t smart. He didn’t look or sound smart at all. I know I could have never pulled it

off. Unless he was some sort of wizard or something that had powers to find out or plant dreams.

But I know that that could not be true, because those things only exist in fairytales and movies. I

want to go for a walk, so I lock the door to my room, and drop off the key at the front office. I

walk slowly, but surely out of the hotels revolving door. The doorman smiles at me then calls me

back.

“Um…yes?” I ask.

“Did you get your package?”

“Yes… yesterday. Have a good day sir.” I say wanting to just run away and forget about the

stupid, ugly brown package. But instead of letting me walk away, he grabs my arm with his

gloved hand and says…

“No, a delivery man came by today, he said the package was for you. Looks as if you have a

secret admirer, because it has no return address on it.” He said smiling at me. He tapped his cap

and opened the door for me, wanting me to go get it. I walk inside and think to myself ‘Yep,

secret admirer, that’s exactly who it’s from.’ Because I know it’s from the killer. I go back up to

my room with the square shaped package. I am almost to tears when I look at the next gift,

opened and sitting on the coffee table. There was no letter this time. Just a shoebox with uggs

inside.

The Next Day

These presents from him are getting me thinking. What if I wasn’t dreaming, but I know I was.

It’s all so confusing that’s all. I miss Tyler and somehow I know he could figure out this

mystery. He was so smart and he loved figuring out things like this. His favorite show was CSI

and so now I never watch that show. I think back to what the old doorman said to me. He

mentioned something about a delivery man. I run down the stairs, skipping the elevator. I run

outside and interrogate the doorman. He is now a suspect in this mystery which I’m going to find

out, for Tyler .

“Did he have an accent?” I ask quietly.

“Yes, kind of. It sounded like he was from the country.” Good, that’s one thing that is on the list

of things I have about the killer.

“What did he look like?”

“Well, obviously he looked like a delivery man.” He said annoyed that I was wasting his time. If

only he knew. “He had a nice face, facial hair, and had blonde hair. He looked tan also.”

Also things that are on the list. We were making progress.

“What was the name of the company he was working for? Do you remember?” I was hoping he

did.

“Um… I believe it was FedEx.”

“Thank you so much, sir!” I exclaimed. I hugged him and walked up to my room. I got a lot from

this doorman, which is a good thing. Tyler would be so proud of me.

I decided that instead of just calling him ‘the killer’ or ‘murderer’ I was going to come up with a

name for him. ‘Jerry’ seemed to fit perfectly. I liked the name, but hated him. I know that I have

to kill him no matter what obstacle comes in the way. I’ll shove it down until I finally come head

to head with Jerry. He killed Tyler and that is not okay with me. I should’ve been the one killed.

He was going to kill me, but instead he killed Tyler . I cry thinking back to the horrible moment.

The song playing back in my head till I’m soaked in tears. I miss him so much, he was my best

friend, and now I’m never going to see him again. So now I have to make me never see Jerry

again also.

The Next Day

I feel better today, for some reason. I get up out of bed with a smile on my face, and I go down to

the hotel kitchen/ diner and whip up some cheerios with milk. I dip my spoon in my cereal and

shove some in my mouth. It tastes stale. So I spit it out and walk over to the complaint office and

tell them about it. They say they cannot deal with it, so they tell me to go to front office. I walk

over to the front office, pissed off. They say they are sorry and take off money from my bill.

They also inform me that I have a package. God dammit Jerry. You’re annoying me, and you’re

also wrong, I’m not next…you are.

This time the package is an Abercrombie jacket. I throw it in the corner with the cane, uggs and

the note also. These packages are started to not scare me anymore, besides that fact that they
were in my dream, I got used to it. Yet I didn’t know when a new package was going to come, so

I was always surprised. There was nothing else in the dream that he could send me right…

except…a knife dripping in Tyler 's blood. Which is exactly what I would not want, right? No

one will ever know. He likes to play games, is what I know. He definitely loves to play games.

That Night

There was a faint knock on the door, as if a little girl was selling Girl Scout cookies. I open up

the door expecting to find a sweet little munchkin standing with an ecstatic smile on her face

with a sash just screaming ‘Love Me!’, but instead I find a bucket. And it was filled with water. I

was confused, but I just picked it up by the white, plastic handle and lugged it slowly into the

kitchen. It weighed a lot so it strained my back a little bit. I finally get to the kitchen and manage

to pick it up, spilling a lot of water on the floor. I dump it out in the kitchen sink slowly so that it

won’t splash everyone onto my countertops. Then I see it. I look at the bottom of the bucket and

there it is, glued to the bottom of the bucket, the knife he stabbed Tyler with. Engraved in letters

in the thick black lettering…

I WARNED YOU.

The Next Day

I woke up, from having a nightmare again, this time Jerry was killing an old man whom I

recognized, but didn’t see his face clearly enough to truly see his face. But the old man suffered

so badly I woke up with tears streaming down my face like I had just been rained on. It was so

horrible and I wanted to get the dream out of my head, so I dragged myself out of my bed, and I

got some cereal from my kitchen not the hotels. I can’t tell what the whole ‘I warned you’ thing

was about. I mean I remember him saying that I’m next. But what did I do wrong? Was I

supposed to keep the knife instead of throwing it out? Should I have taken it to the police for
fingerprints? No, I don’t think so, because first of all, why would he want me to keep it, and he

was wearing gloves when he killed Jerry. I realized I don’t have any cereal, so I’m going to just

go with coffee. I don’t have any in my selection, so I have to get it from the hotel kitchen. I

realize after I get me coffee, that its bill day. So I walk up to the front office to go and pay. I start

to talk to the person who runs the front desk but instead I noticed an old woman crying her eyes

out while police interrogated her. I immediately was worried and asked what was wrong. They

said that her husband was just killed; stabbed to death with a knife. I was pretty sure who did this

horrible crime. Jerry. So I asked the man what his name was, and they said Mr. Brightside. Like

the song.

“Where have I heard that name before?” I whisper to myself, obviously loud enough for him to

hear because he answers my question for me.

“Oh, um, ma’am. He was the doorman. Did you know him?” he asks nervously.

I break down into hysterics and fall on the floor, passed out and curl up into a ball and I think to

myself ‘I did this to him, Jerry told me I’m next which means soon so I should just be prepared

to die, not to find out information about him so I can kill him.’ So he killed Mr. Brightside. The

police heard me fall so they left Mrs. Brightside on her own to come see if I was okay. The wake

me up somehow and pick me up and start to interrogate me.

“How did you know him?”

“He’s the doorman. Duh, but I also talked to him a few days ago. Like two days.”

They hand me a box of tissues.

“Okay ma’ am. We know you are angry and sad. But there is no need to be rude.”

“I’m sorry.” I apologize, blowing my nose into the soft, white tissue. I just want to get out of

here and go to sleep, for a long nightmare less week. But I know that could never happen.
I try my best to avoid talking to anyone, whom he might kill. I just go straight up to my room,

get a cup of tea and watch the news. Hmm, there’s a vegetarian parade going on. It reminds me

of my junior high teacher, Mr. Kriss, who was vegetarian. It seems like something he would do. I

squint closely at the TV and, I see him there. Right in the front, is Mr. Kriss, still kicking it with

his now looks like 16 year old daughter and wife. They all are dressed in matching Adidas outfits

and are walking at the same pace. I laugh, knowing they’re having a great time. I love just

watching everyone walk around waving their signs and carrying animals or baskets. It makes me

feel a lot better and think about changing my eating habits. I immediately walk up to the fridge

and start to through at all of the products and liquids that made animals suffer. I don’t stop until I

see a piece of paper. I open it up and it says…

I CAN SEE YOU.

Daylight?

I wake confused of where I am, all I remember was reading a note and then passing out.

Everything else between wherever I am now and then, is black, pitch black. I try to stand up but I

can’t. It feels as if I’m in a box. I feel all around me. I am in a box. This is so weird, how did I

get here? I wish I was with Tyler, him just hugging me, making me feel safe from all danger and

harm. I know that if he was here, Jerry wouldn't be. Because if Jerry were to hurt me, Tyler

would kill him. But instead, I am in a box. I try to break out of it, but it seems that everything is

stopping me from opening it. Glue, tape, everything, and I can not get out. I feel as if I'm

moving, yet I can not tell because I'm in this stupid box. I'm sitting in a criss-cross applesauce

position, just like kindergarten. Kindergarten was the best, all you really have to do is paint and

color, which is not that hard at age five or six. The teachers were always so nice, they always

thought you were the best at everything you did, and whenever it was time for naps, they would
tuck you in and be all sweet and mushy. But then middle school came, where all the boys started

to pick on you and your parents told you that they just say or do those things because they like

us. When really, it wasn't quite true. Then of course, junior high. When you have multiple

teachers, people start to "go out", and you see everyone holding hands, and people try to play

matchmaker and your grades either go up frantically or go down screaming for their lives.

Unfortunately, mine went down. And then there was high school. Couples, grades, and life are

the three main things in high school. If you don't have a significant other, you felt left out. If you

were dumb, you were made fun of, but if you were too smart, the same thing happened also. And

if your life, was even the teensiest bit messed up, you thought you had it the worst. College was

also one of the hardest. You usually find whom you truly love here, or one of your new best

friends. It all depends on your grades, yet the parties were awesome. So you kind of had to

choose, parties or grades. People who were really lucky, did both. Tyler and I were really lucky.

We met each other at a rave, as I said earlier. I was dancing with my friends Kayla and Kelsey

when I saw him in the corner with his buddies laughing. I told them I would be right back and I

walked over to him, and grabbed his arm. We danced the night away. I took him back to room,

where we kissed and talked about college. He said he loved the parties, and I said I loved the

education. When we were going out, we joined forces and studied and partied all at the same

time. We both graduated with amazing degrees and he proposed a year later. As I was thinking

about this, I drifted off into a deep sleep, lying in a much cramped fetal position.

Later

Jerry is the one who put me in the box, I realized as he cut open the box and grabbed me fiercely,

and pulled me out of his vehicle. He threw me on the ground and started yelling at me.

"Why'd you ask him stuff about me, huh? Why?" He said angrily.
"Because I needed to know who you are." I said scared.

"Oh, okay, that’s a great reason." He said as he stepped up to me and slapped me in the face,

hard.

"What was that for?"

"For making me kill that poor innocent man!"

"I didn't make you do anything. I didn't tell him that you're a killer!"

"I don't care if you told him or not, but anybody who you associate with I have to kill."

"WHY?!" I ask loudly.

"Do not raise you're voice at me, lil' youngin. I have to because you could be asking for things."

"That makes no sense."

"It doesn't matter. What matters is I'm going to kill you next. What did you tell those

policemen?"

"I didn't tell them either. Don't worry."

"Good, 'cause if you did..." He said, not wanting to finish his sentence.

"Why did you kill Tyler ?"

"Who?"

"My fiancé."

"Oh, him. Because he was coming after me. It was self defense."

"You could've at least just injured him; you didn't have to kill him."

"He saw my face. You still haven’t. He could have turned me in."

"Oh."

And that finished our conversation. He was still wearing a mask, but seeing his whole body

structure made me think. 'Wow, he works out.' But then I stop, remembering that I love Tyler .
And he's the one that killed him. He turns away, rubbing his head. I come up with a plan. I look

around me, looking for some sort of object. I finally find a rock big enough to injure someone,

but light enough for me to carry. I pick it up silently, walk over quietly and throw the rock at his

head. It hits it hard enough for him to fall to the ground and I hit him again. I repeatedly keep

doing this till he is weak. He lies on the ground, moaning in pain. I run to his car open up the

door and get out his phone. I dial 911, and tell them everything.

"This man killed an innocent man, my fiancé and the girl on the news. I just now used self

defense on him, and he is on the ground too weak to fight back. Just track this phone and please

take him away from me."

Police and ambulances come immediately after the call. I'm crying, thinking to myself about

everything. And I know it's time for what I always wanted to do.

A Week Later

I got news from the police that Jerry got "the chair". And nobody showed up to support him. He

deserved it. That’s all I'm thinking. I get to see Tyler and my parents soon though. This is what I

was talking about. I've been working on my letter for a while now. I'm going to write on it, what

the police are supposed to do, and why I did it.

Please donate my body to people who need it most. I hope you all understand that I had a great

run, here on Earth, but I need to see my fiancé, Tyler and my parents. So goodbye to all and hello

Heaven.

I call the police first and tell them that there has been a suicide and to come immediately. I hang

up right after that, and grab Tyler ’s gun. I pull the trigger, and I slowly fade away into the

darkness.

Heaven
I walk up and I see his face, Tyler . He is with his parents and mine also. They all rejoice me and

ask me tons of questions. Moms face lights up with joy as I tell her that Tyler and I are engaged.

I kiss Tyler , like there is no tomorrow and we never let out hands go. I am so glad to be here

with all of them. Tyler introduces me to all of the peoples he has met, while up here. I smile at

everyone I see, and they all smile back. I see that some people have there pets up here.

"Hon, where’s Rusty?" I ask him about his little black wiener dog who died when he was six.

"Oh, we'll see him later. At the house."

"We have a house?"

"Yes. Its gorgeous."

He takes me to go see the house and he’s right, it is completely gorgeous. It is like a cottage, a

light blue, with a teal green on the rims. He pulls me inside and I hear faint barking. He tells me

that he'll be right back. He comes back out with a small wiener dog and it starts to wag its tail

frantically begging to get down. Tyler lets him down and Rusty runs over to my leg and starts

scratching at it, barking and whining. I pick him up and he attacks my face with kisses and love.

"I've always wanted a dog." I say laughing as Rusty tries to climb on my shoulder.

"Well now we have Rusty." He says laughing, prying him off of me.

Rusty jumps down and runs to his food and scarves it all down.

"Is there any real meat in that?" I ask, concerned about the animals.

"No, I know you changed your eating habits. So I did too."

"How did you know I'm now a vegetarian?"

"Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you. We can watch and see what happens with people down on earth.

With this." He informs me, as he pulls out of his pocket a rainbow colored stone. He tells me that

if you hold it firmly in your palm thinking about a certain person, and then set it down it shows
you what is happening. You pick it up when you're done. I grab it firmly, testing it out, and think

about my best friend Kari Schneider. It shows her, with her husband, both running in a marathon.

I laugh. Knowing she used to run for miles when she was younger. I give the stone back to Tyler

and he puts it in his pocket.

"Check your pockets."

I do, and I see that I too also have a stone. He grabs my hand and interlocks our fingers together.

He drags me to the huge walk-in closet and I find the cutest and most comfortable clothes on

Earth. I mean, Heaven. I look through them all, pushing the hangers away, not stopping until I

find something white and feathered. I take them off the hanger and I see there wings. But not

real, because they have straps. He laughs and explains them to me. He says they give them to

you as a joke, because we have real ones. I gasp at the last part and he tells me to take off my

shirt. I follow his orders, and he touches my back afterwards, telling me to look in the mirror. I

look and I find to small indents, in my back. I touch them and light pink wings pop out of my

back. I jump, at the sight of them, my mouth dropped. The wings change to a bright red, as I look

at Tyler smiling at me laughing. He tells me that the wings can change color depending on your

mood. He hands me a piece of paper, decoding the colors.

red: passion, love, anger.

orange: happiness, success, creative

yellow: joy, sensual, mellow

green: peaceful, hope, balance

blue: depression, loyal, curious

purple: luxorious, royal, happy

pink: regular, sleepy, girly

brown: genuine, earthy, sweet

black: deep, confused, mad

white: bored, loving, worried

My wings turned a bright orange as I thought to myself, 'What if you were mixed, would it be

rainbow?' I asked Tyler this, and he said he didn't know. We could ask God, though. So we stuck

a note for God into the specific mailbox and an angel came by, and grabbed it. He immediately

took it and his wings turned blue. He was curious what the letter said. I laughed as Tyler and I

walked home, hand in hand.

A Week Later

I wake up to the smell of organic toast, and I run up and but all natural jam on it. I kiss Tyler

good morning and rub Rusty's head under the table. He was begging for some scraps, so I gave

him some of my crust, when Tyler wasn't watching. I walked outside to see if we had gotten a

letter, and I was so surprised to find out, that he did. It said in fine calligraphy...

Yes, you're wings can be rainbow color, only if you feel happy, sad, mad, and confused all at the

same time. Good luck.

I was so excited, and I thought to myself, my wings would've been rainbow the first time I had

gotten a package from Jerry. But Jerry is dead now also, and hopefully in hell, so I forget about

that and I grab Tyler’s hand, for our annual run in the morning, with our red wings, and Rusty

barking at our side.

We jog the first mile, run the next, and jog the last. Then we go to our parent’s house for lunch.

"Hey mom. Hey dad." I say hugging them.

"Hi sweetie." They say simultaneously.

My wings are green, as we eat. I have never been this happy in my life. Mine and Tyler ’s

parents are neighbors, so they have become best friends. Our dads play golf together and our

moms talk gossip and watch celebrities with their stones. We have all become so close, and Mom

and I have been talking none stop, trying to catch up. I ask her why she never watched me with

her stone and she didn't answer but her wings spoke for her. They always turned a gray color,

saying she was confused with herself and she didn't want to worry about me. I absolutely love it

here in heaven. It is so beautiful and I love how everything is peaceful and happy almost every

second of everyday. Peoples wings are rarely red for anger, but for love.

A Month Later

" Tyler , in heaven can you have children?" I asked my wings blue.

"Ha-ha, I was thinking the same thing. And yes, I believe you can. I'm not sure. But you see, we

only grow to a certain age, whenever you come to heaven, that’s how old you'll be. But the

parents of a heaven child get to choose how old they want the child to grow up to be."

"Oh, I understand. Do you want to have a child?" I asked nervously.

"Sure, with you, absolutely. How old do you want it to be?"

"Probably sixteen. That was the one of my best years of my life, and I know you're probably

going to say, but that’s when they're most vulnerable. But don't they mature emotionally?"

"Yes, I believe so. And okay, good choice. Dinner?" he asked me.

"Yes." I say grabbing the plate and taking a bite out of my salad, my wings changing to a yellow

orange.

That night, we tried to have a child, but unfortunately, it didn't work that time. I said we would

try tomorrow and Tyler ’s wings changed to a yellow white.

A Week Later
Tyler walks in and I embrace him with a hug, and I tell him that I'm pregnant. We immediately

go and tell our parents the good news. They get so excited and I am hugged multiple times

asking about the age. I tell everyone, sixteen. My mom told me, that when you’re pregnant in

heaven, the time period is faster and the delivery is a lot easier. Which is why, I'm already

starting to show a little bit. I laugh and tell here that its just the food. We all laugh and hug again

and Tyler and I get outside and join hands. We walk home smiling the whole time as we talked

about baby names. We decide on 'Krypton', because nothing can stop this love, not even

Kryptonite.

Two Months Later (5/28/2010)

Tyler rushes over to my mom’s house to tell here that I'm having the baby now. She rushes out

of the door with him by her side, as she bursts through the door. She helps me with some

breathing techniques and tells me to just push. I grunt and push lightly remembering what she

said about it being easy. But nothing happened. So I pushed harder and she said that she saw a

leg, and she grabbed hold of it. I pushed again and both legs came out, she said, so I pushed

again and the stomach came out; Mom told me that this last push will be the hardest, so I pushed

with all my might and the next thing I know is I hear a young baby crying from the bathroom.

Tyler tells me to sit down, and he'll be right back. He brings me some painkillers and asks if I'm

okay. I tell him that I'm fine and that I want to see Krypton. He told me that Mom was washing

the baby and I'll be able to see it in a minute.

Mom comes out with baby Krypton in her arms smiling at the baby. She tells me that it is a girl,

and I need to take care of her right away, because just like the growing process inside of me, they

grow fast outside of the womb also. Until sixteen, she would grow very fast.
After two weeks, Krypt (short) could walk with us in the morning and she was a whole year old

now. So in 30 more weeks, she will be fully grown and would be fully educated on her own.

I can not wait to see her all grown up and mature enough to love a man all on her own. Of course

I would help her through everything. I feel so blessed, to have a child of my own, to have a

wonderful fiancé, and to be with my parents again.

I love Tyler so much, I could list off all of the things that I adore and cherish about him.

1.His eyes, how they just stare right into your soul and drag you inside.

2.The way his smile is just right, and it makes you smile no matter what mood you're in.

3.His smell, which smells of Axe, the forest, and rain all mixed together.

4.When he wraps his arms around me, either my neck, my waist, anywhere, it always makes me

happy.

5.His muscles, how it makes him look like a Greek god.

6.Whenever he grabs my hand or puts his hand close to mine, there is a shock.

7.How he just spontaneously says he loves me.

8.That one look he has, when he looks at my with those eyes, and it makes me want to melt.

9.Whenever he holds my hand, I feel so young and childlike, because it makes my heart skip a

beat.

10.The way he acts like he’s mad at me, so I would give him attention.

11.When he’s talking, how he is always smiling and laughing.

12. How he just loves life, and never gives up.

13.Whenever he cries, he doesn't want me to see, because he's embarrassed.

14.How he makes me feel so small, because he's taller and stronger than I am.

15.How there isn't any way not to love him.

16.How he is always trying to impress me, or protect me.

And the list goes on and on and on, it is unbelievable. He is my everything. When I met him, I

knew he was 'the one', and whenever someone asked me who I loved or if I had loved someone

before, I always though of him. Whenever I thought of whom I imagined my whole life with, or

who I want to have kids with, it was him. I knew Tyler and I could get through anything and

everything because we loved and still do love each other.

See You Again?

One day, as I was out tending to the garden, Tyler told me that someone was on the phone and it

was for me and it was very urgent.

"Hello?" I asked curiously, wanting to know why this call was so urgent.

"Hello? Is this Laura?" A man on the other line asked me curiously.

"Yes, may I ask who is speaking?"

"It's Nate. Do you remember me? I live across the street from you."

I immediately drop the phone on the ground and run to the house across the street. I bang on the

door, until Nate walks outside, and hugs me hello. I have tears streaming down my face, tears of

joy. Nate is one of my most beloved best friends who I lost at age 12 and he was in his early 20's.

He motions me to sit down next to him, as he pours him and me some tea, into small china

glasses.

I take a sip from the glass, and then decide that the tea needs more cream and sugar.

"You look so gorgeous and grown up, if I do say so myself." He said to me, my cheeks getting

red.

"You look good yourself. How have you been doing?" I ask quietly.

"Good, how have you been, Laura. I heard you had a baby girl not to long ago."
"I have been great since I've come up here, but down there was awful. But yes, she is so

beautiful, her name is Kryptonite." I tell him, smiling, as I sip the tea. Much better. "Do you want

to see her?"

"Yes, I would love to." He tells me, wrapping all of the tea stuff and goodies away. He opens up

the door for me and I laugh as I fake curtsy.

"By the way, my parents are babysitting her at the moment, so I hope you don't mind to see them

too?" I ask nervous for he was silent for the next five minutes. I wanted to break the silence, so I

told him about Tyler .

"I'm going to be married soon, to my one true love, Tyler . Do you remember him?" I ask

silently.

"Yes, I do remember him. He was a great guy."

"He still is. Did you hear what I said?" I asked nervous he was going to be very mad at me.

"Yes, I did. I'm fine with that, I guess." He says sighing. I guess he’s just nervous too.

We walk and walk and walk, in a cold, dark silence.

"Here it is. My parent’s house." I say looking at him, making sure he doesn't make a break for it.

I walk up to the door, and knock silently. Knowing they don't like it when I bang on the door. I

wait outside in the freezing cold, until Mom wakes up and comes to the door.

"Hello, Mom. Can you go wake up Daddy because he has a visitor." I say, smiling at Nate, him

smiling back at me.

"Come inside and just stand behind here." I tell him, pointing to a beige green colored wall. We

both flinch at the color, thinking bad thoughts about it to ourselves. I laugh as Dad comes out,

yawning and asking me what’s up and why he had to get out of bed. I motion my hand towards

Nate, telling him to come out, and he when he pops his head out he says...
"Hey, dad." He runs over and they both embrace each other, crying. Nate was taken under my

father’s wing many years ago. And we have all been very attached ever since.

They do not let go until Mom comes out and tells them that its time for dinner. I get on the phone

and call Tyler , telling him to run over him. Krypton runs over to me, yelling 'Mommy" as big as

ever.

"You were right, she is beautiful. She looks like you." He says, running his fingers through her

hair, as she nibbles on his finger, acting like she is a dog.

"No biting, bad girl. I am sorry." I say to Kryptonite and Nate.

I sit down at the table as Mom passes around some steak, salad, bread, and tofu burgers.

"Tofu burgers? Who here is vegetarian?" Nate laughs as he says this.

"Tyler and I. Do you know what happens to those poor animals?" I say protesting.

"Nope, all I know is that they all taste good." He said eating a piece of filet mignon.

I flinch and run up to go get the door as soon as I hear footsteps on the ground coming towards

the door. I realize Tyler is sweating from running to the house. I tell him its dinner time, and to

come inside. He kisses me passionately, yet spontaneously.

"What was that for?" I ask, not really caring.

"I love you." He says, not quite explaining.

We have a great dinner, all catching up and introducing. Tyler and I flinch as we watch Nate tear

apart his bovine. Tyler and Nate have a lot in common besides the whole meat thing, and they

really connected. Which made me glad, and yet concerned also. This whole thing confused me.

And yet it was always coincidental with me.

32 Weeks Later
Kryptonite is now 16 years old, and fully grown. She told me once, about this boy she met in

school. She said he was exactly like her dad. And she also told me, that he liked her back and

they were going out. It reminded me of myself at that age. She said she was going to bring him

home soon, to see if we approved.

Kryptonite’s P.O.V

I run to the door as soon as I hear the first knock, knowing that he is on the other side.

I introduce Wayne to my parents automatically, his hands shaking theirs. My parents eyes,

bulging out of their heads and I know why. I knew they would react this way when they saw

him. My mom pulled me to the side of the room, as my dad and Wayne talked.

"You left out some valuable information, Krypton."

"Mom, I thought that didn't matter. I specifically remember you telling me, no matter what

happens, you love who you love. So why are you judging him?" I yell, getting mad.

"Because you know we not appreciate black people, and then you bring your black boyfriend

into my house?" She yells at me.

"Mom, I love him!" I yell, grabbing Wayne ’s hand and pulling him away from my father.

"Nice to meet you!" He yells as I drag him outside.

"No, it is not. My parents are very racist about African Americans and they do not approve of

you. It pisses me off, because they know I love you." I say very fast, as I grab his hand, and

intertwine out fingers, feeling a sensation, almost a shock. People stare at us, judging. I guess the

people in this heaven community, really think black people should be with black people and

white people should be with white people. There is only one person who I know will except us

for us. Uncle Nate.

Nate’s House(Kryptonite And Wayne ’s Visit)

*Knock-Knock* Nate opens the door and welcomes us inside.

"Who is this Kryp?" He calls me Kryp because it is a lot easier then saying my full name.

I grab Wayne ’s hand and tell Nate what just went down at my parent’s house. He is grimacing

the whole time.

"I cannot believe Laura would do something like that. But how is everything going with you’re

guys' relationship besides what just happened?" He asked.

"It is been awesome. I seriously love Kryptonite. I will do anything for her." He says, looking at

me.

I kiss him when Nate walks away, passionately, telling him 'I love You' with my mouth.

Nate walks back with lunch all ready on a tray, and Wayne and I share the same plate, being cute

and all. And we never let our hands go. I have only known Wayne for two weeks (a year) but I

already know he is 'the one' and we love each other. I seriously have a huge weakness for black

guys. I do not know, but I do not care if my mom hates me for that.

The Next Day

Hand in hand, Wayne and I walk down to the ice cream parlor, to order plain vanilla ice cream to

share together. I order the ice cream for us and as I walk outside, he stands up and pulls out my

chair. I give him a kiss to show my appreciation, and he smiles. We are both fully grown, and he

decides to bring up a conversation about our future, if we were to stay together. He then ask me

to go get some napkins from the other table, and when I go up to get them and turn around, he is

on his knee, with a ring.

"Kryptonite, I love you, and I love how you stood up for me to your Mom. And I would love to

spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?" People all around start to stare, yet they
soon go out of focus because I start to cry. I grab the ring and put it around my finger and mutter

one word.

"Yes!" I say as he stands up smiling and we kiss for a long time, just standing there, embracing

each other in our love... I said yes for the obvious reasons, but it is the not obvious ones that

made me say yes the most. He says he loves me almost every few minutes, he holds my hand

whenever we get the chance, he puts his arm around me, symbolizing that I am his and no one

else’s which I do not want to be anyone else’s besides Wayne ’s.

We plan everything out by the next few days. And we decided to do it outside, on the grass with

a non prejudiced priest and our few good friends, who accept us for who we are to be there. So

pretty much, Nate, Wayne’s parents, and Riles, who is Wayne’s best friend, who really likes me,

but Wayne does not know and I am not going to let that ruin my big day with Wayne.

"Lil Wayne!" I yell Wayne ’s nickname from across the street.

"Yes, sweets?" He says asking me with his most perfect eyes.

"What flowers do you want for the wedding? Yellow daffodils or white roses?" I ask curiously.

"What flowers do you want for the wedding, honey?" He said grabbing my arm and kissing my

cheek.

"Ha-ha, this one is your decision."

"Hmm...I would have to say the daffodils, for color and how spontaneous they are." He said

grabbing my hand and intertwining our fingers. As usual, we walk along not caring at whom

gave us dirty looks or starting to whisper to whoever they were walking with and pointing

fingers. When we were together, nothing could stop us, not even my parents, or could they?

Telling My Parents
My parents did not like that people caused the anti-miscegenation law to be banned. They

believed it to be wrong for multiracial relationships to be normal. But I had to tell them that we

were getting married, otherwise it would be wrong not to. So instead of telling them to their

faces and risking mine getting rearranged, I wrote a note and put it on their doorstep.

Mom and Dad,

     I wish the best for you in life, and I hope you do the same for me even though I love Wayne . I

know you guys are mad at me for not following in your footsteps to no multiracial anything, but I

truly do love and care for Wayne . He is my other half and I want to spend the rest of my life

with him. And that is why I accepted his marriage invitation and we are going to be married

tomorrow. I am deeply sorry and I know we will miss each other when I'm gone. I love you both

and will see you sometime, hopefully, when you accept our love.

                                                                                                 Sincerely,

                                                                                                           Kryptonite<3

I felt bad after how I pretty much said we would only get to see one another if they excepted our

love. But they needed to know, that I love him more than anything on earth or heaven. I want to

spend forever with him, and we will because we never grow old, but we will emotionally,

together.

Wedding Day<3

Holding hands, looking at each other, I want to stay here forever, with Wayne , but we have to

finish the ceremony.

"I, Kryptonite, take thee Wayne to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for

better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; and I

promise to be faithful to you until death parts us." I say slowly, to his face.
"I, Wayne, take thee Kryptonite, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for

better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; and I

promise to be faithful to you until death parts us." He says back, lovingly.

Before this wedding, I was so nervous. I am only 16. Well, actually I am 17 emotionally because

its been two weeks since I turned 16. He comforted me though, by telling me to calm down and

do some breathing techniques that his parents taught him. I could not stop thinking about my

parents though, and how they would react to this decision. They would probably tell me how

young I am, and I would fight back defending Wayne , and running away again. But they do not

come, until later. Mom walked into the ceremony, Dad following behind her, both with a very

angry look on their faces. I got worried, until when Mom saw me and started running towards

me, crying and smiling. She embraced me, and asked why I was doing it.

"Mom, I already told you, I am going to grow up emotionally, and I am going to have to make

my own decisions, with Wayne . And if you do not approve of him, then we are leaving." I say,

standing my ground, protecting Wayne ’s and mine relationship.

"All I wanted to know is why you chose now, so early. And I do not want you to leave your Dad

and I, because I love you." She explained.

"First of all, Wayne was the one to propose. And second of all, that is all you wanted to know?

You do not care anymore that he is African American?" I ask nervously.

"Well, I still do, but if you show me that you are truly in love with Wayne and you teach me to

like him and approve of him, then I will, because I love you." She says, starting to cry again.

I embrace her heavily, and see Wayne walking towards us, handsomely in his tuxedo.

"Hold on, Mom." I say, letting her go talk to Dad and me to go talk to Wayne .

"What’s going on sweetie?" He asks, grabbing my hand and intertwining.

"Come here, I need to actually have us talk to my parents all together." I say pulling him closer,

my hand tensing up and starting to sweat as he rubs his thumb against mine. I look up at his face

and see him looking at my with his are-you-okay-you-seem-scared look on his face.

"I am fine Wayne . Just fine." I tell him, lying, because I am actually truly scared.

He can sense that I am scared, but he does not bring it up again, because it would only make

things worse. We walk over slowly, hand in hand, trying to act fine, as if this was not awkward

at all.

"Hey Mom. Dad." I say nodding, at them both as I say their names.

"Good afternoon Mrs. Ricardo. Mr. Ricardo." He said, letting go of my hand and shaking theirs,

smiling, acting like a gentlemen. He then came back to me and put his arm on my shoulder and I

grabbed it with my hand. We looked adorable, if I do say so myself.

"Good afternoon to you both." They said simultaneously

"How was the wedding?" My Dad asked Wayne , trying to test him. I give Dad a stare as if to

say,

Dad-you-are-scaring-him-so-please-stop-it-right-now.

"It was great; I got to spend the whole morning with the one I love, dedicating my devotion to

her." He said, and then we gave each other a quick kiss.

"Oh, good." My mother said, trying to not pounce on Wayne like he is an enemy tiger attacking

one of her cubs. I mouthed 'calm down mom' to her, to reassure her that everything is fine.

"Yes, how was your day?" Wayne said, trying to turn the subject toward my parents.

"It was not so good. We spent all morning, looking around trying to find you guys, to come to

the wedding, and now we find you guys already married, and we did not get to see any part of

the ceremony..." My mother started to say, but did not finish because she kept tearing up. Dad
hugged her and motioned for us to go away for a while so he could talk to her. I pulled him

away, our fingers intertwined.

"You did fine, do not worry about it." I said, trying to reassure him, because I know he thought

he did badly. I pulled him close to me and kissed him. I kissed him with all my might,

connecting our bodies and souls together. I felt a sensation going through my head telling me to

stop kissing him, but I ignore it. I keep kissing him until I see out of the corner of my eye, his

parents walking over to us, not yet realizing that we were making out. I pull away and before he

pulls me back I tell him his parents are coming.

"Oh, well time to introduce you now."

We walk the same way we always do, hand in hand, our shoulders touching, sensation

throughout your whole body.

"Hello Kryptonite, we have heard a lot about you." His mother said smiling and laughing at

Wayne .

"I hope it was all good things!" I say laughing also trying to break the tenseness as I squeeze

Wayne ’s hand, motioning him to talk. He lets go of my hand and walks to the side where his

parents are standing.

"Mom, Dad. This is Kryptonite Ricardo. The girl of my dreams." He said smiling at me with his

exotic smile that he knows I love. He walks back over to me and I grab his hand and look up at

him. He is almost two inches taller than me, but I believe that it is because he has ‘hops’. When I

tell him this, he laughs his head off and hugs me. He smells really good today for the wedding.

He wore this new cologne that the brand name AXE made but they mixed with a forest type of

rain. It makes me want to melt. I feel short compared to him, because when we hug I am

practically hugging his chest and he is hugging around my neck, but one time someone took a
picture of us hugging, and we looked really cute together. I want to be with him forever and I

know I will be.

Wayne’s P.O.V.

Kryptonite looks really cute in her dress. In fact she looks gorgeous. I am so glad I proposed to

her. We both are only sixteen, but we will stay that way forever, so it does not really matter that

much. It seems like it would make our parents mad, but her parents seemed cool after we talked.

But my parents do not approve of her. They think the opposite of what her parents thought. They

do not like white people, and they especially do not like white people dating black people, or in

this situation, Kryptonite and I. Yet I do not care. When she asked about how she did with my

parents, I told her she did fine, but I could tell she was nervous still, so I said I would go ask

them how it went down.

“Mom, Dad. Did you guys think better of Kryptonite today?” I asked nervously.

“Um…she looked beautiful, and no, not really. But yes she is pretty, like you said.” Mom told

me sternly.

“Mom, I did not say she is pretty. I said she is gorgeous. And she is, and you both know it. Why

do you not accept us for us?” I asked, standing my ground, protecting Kryptonite and I. I truly do

love her and want to spend the rest of my life with her.

“Because multiracial relationships are not right, you date and marry of the same race in this

house!” My Dad yells at me, stomping his foot.

“Whatever you guys, I don’t even care anymore…goodbye.” I said dramatically, walking away,

throwing my feet on the ground. I was really mad, and all I wanted to do is walk away, hand in

hand, with Kryptonite, and that is exactly what we did.

Kryptonite’s P.O.V.
“What is happening?” I asked, as Wayne was pulling me fiercely away from the wedding

ceremony.

“Did you talk to your parents? What did they say?” He said, quick and mad.

“Yes, and like we expected they were lying. I am so sorry.” I said, pulling my hand away,

knowing we were far enough away that I could talk to him privately. “They acted like they were

actually accepting our love for each other, but I have known them forever, so I figured out that

they were not telling the truth.” I said apologetically.

“It is okay sweetheart. My parents do not accept us either, but we will get through this, okay?”

He said, grabbing my hand again and walking.

“Yes, I know we will, but I am worried still. Where will we go?” I said worrying about the

future.

“Do not worry, honey. We will go wherever God takes us.” He said giving me a quick kiss on

the cheek.

I grabbed his hand lightly and walked off; the cold wind air blowing against my warm cheek

which was lying on his shoulder, comforting me in our time of need.

Wayne’s P.O.V.

She is a curious one I tell you, and she always has to know what is up. She asks me what is

happening and what happened with my parents, and as I answer I see her blushing, not feeling

well I can tell. After a while of me telling her about my horrible past, she lets go of my hand and

runs to a nearby tree and throws up. She looks up at me and there is a deep crimson red line of

blood dripping from her chin. I do not want to ask about the blood, knowing I would embarrass

her, and I think nothing of it because it once has happened to me, and I was fine. I lift her up, and
she wipes the blood off her face leaving a deep stain. I ask her if she wants a piece of gum, and

she stick out her hand.

“Mint or fruity?” I ask laughing, because I already know the answer. Combination, double the

fruity. She hates mint on its own, and she despises fruity on its own either. She laughs and gives

me a slight punch to the arm as she takes the gum and puts it in her mouth, chewing very fast, so

she can taste the gum, not her vomit. I know it would seem like a very disgusting moment, but

since we know each other so well, and do not care what the other person does, it is completely

romantic, walking hand in hand, tuxedo and dress, mint and fruity. We complete each other, and

we always will.

I remember her telling me about how she wanted to have that one special kiss in the rain. As we

were walking, it started to sprinkle, which I know she hates so I give her my jacket as a hood.

Still hand in hand, it starts to pour and she stops walking. She throws the jacket on the ground,

and takes off her stilettos. She runs with me hand in hand, laughing, jumping in the air, letting

me catch her and spin her around. I lift her off the ground and pretend she is flying, but when I

pull her down, she puts her legs on my waist, and arms around my neck. I gaze deeply into her

eyes like a lion hunting down a gazelle. I kiss her passionately on the lips, in the rain, just like

she said she wanted.

“You taste like apples…” I say, my eyes still closed. She laughs and jumps down off of me, and

grabs my hand and just runs, running, running, and running. I laugh chastely after her, acting as

if she was my prey, I jump on her, and we both fall to the ground, not caring if we were wet and

covered with brown mud; we just sit there, hand in hand smiling and laughing.

In that moment, with Kryptonite, I knew that everything would be alright.