NOR TILL DEATH DO US PART-I think the rain is slowing down," Brandon stands up and stretches a bit. We were more or less wet, my hair was a mess but my mind was just thinking about things. Ugly things about Jay and Leah.-Shall we go then? -I ask him, trying to stop thinking about bad things.We'd been here a long time.-I think so.-Well, well, who do we have around here? -A voice behind us makes us immediately alert. I stand up and back up a little. It was a man in his late forties, he had a beard and looked like a castaway. Apparently he had been here for a long time.-Who are you? -Brandon asked him.-You don't know him? -I whispered. Brandon knew almost all the... dead people.-I had never really seen him before, since he had never come to this part of the beach before.-I'm Lalo, I've been lost here for fifteen years, I crashed my boat on those rocks over there," he pointed to some rocks in the distance. And indeed, there was a small boat in pieces.-I hadn't heard of you," com
TOGETHER FOREVERTo say that I didn't like seeing Jay in that situation, there in front of me.... dead was strange to me. Jay doesn't deserve to die. He doesn't belong here. Especially not because of me. He still has a lot to live for and I wouldn't condemn him to a life where he doesn't advance at all. He also has his goals, his dreams to fulfill.-Sam! -He hugged me so tightly that if it were any other case I'd say I was short of breath but I wasn't. So I hugged him too. I hugged him because I missed hugging him, I missed feeling him, feeling his arms around my waist, feeling his scent, feeling his skin with mine.-Jay," I tell him, "I missed you so much.-Sam, please don't leave me again. Don't leave me alone again. -His words were pleading. It broke my heart to see him like this.-Jay," I pulled away from him, "do you know where you are?He looked at me in confusion.-I don't know, the only thing that matters is that you're back," he hugs me again. As much as I wanted to hold him
DON'T GET CARRIED AWAY, YOU JUST HAVE TO FIGHTAs I leave my grandparents' house and intend to go to my own, I notice something. The same man is in front of my door. The same one from yesterday and today. The guy dressed in black. Brandon said he was a condemned man and he's probably looking for me to take me into the dark.I hid behind Gertrude's rose bushes so he wouldn't see me.What was he doing here, how did he know I lived here? Now I wouldn't be safe even in my own house.-I know you're in there, Sam, you can come out," the boy said. I frowned immediately and was filled with terror, what had he said? And how did he know my name? Apparently he had been doing a lot of digging. I stand up straight and let myself be seen, keeping my distance in case there would be a need to run, of course.The guy is tall, still wearing black and wore his black cap. Having him around is quite attractive to be honest. But that was not the case.-Who are you?-The question here is: who are you?-I as
MONSTERS LURKING IN THE DARK-Sam? Are you here? -I hear Brandon's voice downstairs. What's he doing here? Jay was still lying in bed, his eyes closed as he clung to my pillow. Maybe he's asleep. I stand up ready to go to Brandon but part of me didn't want to leave Jay, I just wanted to lie down next to him and that's it.-Sam, I need to talk to you!-I'm coming, Brandon! Wait a minute! -I hesitated to leave but finally turned around and walked out of my room. As I walk down the stairs I see Brandon standing there, when he looks at me he walks over to me. -What's wrong?-It's just that... Well, Lalo doesn't want to go back to his place of death. He says he won't be separated from his daughters now that he could see them again. It's dangerous for him to stay here, far from the place where he died.-Maybe being in his daughters' house nothing will happen to him, he will be safe there, don't you think? I mean, he won't get out of there.-You don't understand, it's as if you were going to
THE SCHOOL THAT WAS ONCE A CEMETERYFear.It is that fear you feel of what you don't know, of what may or may not be real. Fear often saves your life, but other times it prevents you from living. In this case we are talking about a somewhat real fear. Since I have been here in limbo, I have not seriously thought about it.I am dead.I am trapped between the living and the dead.I see dead people who passed away many years ago.But I have realized many things and regret things I did or didn't do in life. There are more important things than worrying about what I'm going to wear today or they are sure to talk bad about me. That's not worth anything, it's not worth wasting time like that. There are more important things like love, being brave, facing fears, saying what you feel, being yourself. These are difficult things but they are the main thing.-Sam! -I turn to my left, I see Brandon coming with flashlights and such. I was sitting in front of my house, looking at the neighborhood ki
REMEMBER ME EVEN WHEN YOU DON'T WANT TO REMEMBER-What are you doing here? -I spat. It couldn't be that wherever we went he was there. And now I think it's not a coincidence. I rather think he is following us.-This is... my job," he said. He was wearing a black cap that prevented me from seeing his face completely, more than it was half dark," the question here will be: what are you doing here? Sam, you're out of your place of death. As are you, Brandon.-We're not afraid of you," Brandon says, stepping in front of me like a shield.-Well, you should be, kid," the guy faces him. I'm feeling a little scared now.-Stop it! -I get between the two of them, "What's your name? -I turn to the guy, "Look, I don't know who you are or what you want from us, but we're here because I need answers about me, about what happened to me. That's all. We are not hurting anyone, can you let us work? -I told him as calmly as possible.-I know that very well," he folded his arms.-Then what do you want fr
ARE THERE SUCH THINGS AS SOUL MATES? IF THEY ARE NOT HAPPY IN ONE LIFE, THEY TRY TO BE HAPPY IN ANOTHER ONE.When I arrive in front of my house, I stand in front of it for a moment looking at it. I was hoping Jay was in my room, I was hoping to lie down next to him, to feel him close. I wanted to go back to him. But now I knew I had a purpose here. I can't do it though, I don't want to be a soul releaser because I don't feel capable. Besides, being a soul releaser means being here forever and not living again. Is that my answer? I won't live? I hope I am wrong because if so I will be devastated forever, for all eternity.I went to my house and walked through the door. I haven't seen mom for days, why isn't she coming? I walk up the stairs and stop in front of my bedroom door will Jay still be here? If not I will have to go to his house as I had said today. I would go with Jay, at least I would see him and feel him a little closer.When I walk through the door Jay is not there. He's no
EVIL ALWAYS PREYS ON THE FAINTEST OF HEARTAs I run out of the bathroom and into Jay's room, my heart is pounding.... Did I say heart? I put my hand on my chest and felt my heart pounding. That scared me. It was all so long and so strange that I didn't think about anything else. I needed answers fast. I needed to get out of here. I calmed down a little as I slowly paced Jay's room. I had never been in here before, I had an idea of more or less what it was like from pictures he sent me sometimes.I noticed that on a nightstand there were two books. One said A Thousand Times Till Forever and the other was How to Disappear. They were the books I had given to Jay. Next to the books was a bracelet. I had also given it to him. It made me feel at ease to see that Jay is always looking for ways to be close to me or at least feel me. In a corner, next to a window was his bed and on top of it was my boyfriend. He was sleeping. He had his breathing slow. He looked peaceful like that.I walked ov
As I found in my fantasy, some jolly ponies are smeared with a blood-red substance, with the main contrast being that substance has so far evaporated and is no longer depleted on the ground."She's old," Roman clarifies, holding her hand.Saying nothing, Mac conveys the intimidation of climbing the joyous go round, perhaps fully determined to see beyond what the fallen tree limbs, dead leaves, and cobwebs allow, rather than the second that his hand comes into contact with one of the cylinders that the merry round lights up by itself and begins to go to the bazaar song that reverberates through its speakers. Mac puts a hand on his chest before the alarm it caused him.After two seconds, four sets of eyes were on me once more."I sat idle," I protect myself, raising my hands and half shrugging."Looks like we're getting into a horrible thriller," I hear Lara mumble before turning to walk away.The others do the same, diverting. I choose to follow Lara, figuring she's the nastiest of the
Despite the fact that things with Jorge didn't end the way I would have enjoyed and his response to our separation wasn't amazing, I don't feel like I suspected it would, tragic and like the most terrible individual on the planet, however I do feel liberated and amazingly convinced that I can get everything I propose, for example, find what The place is, bringI open my eyes.The sky is clear, the sun is at its highest point, the birds fly freely and sing loudly. It's a great and nice day.I lower my gaze and a feeling of disorder dominates me from head to toe.I'm in the suburbs, standing square in the middle of the road. The houses next to me are nice, excellent, most are single story and all have a front terrace with new, green grass, there are also a lot of green trees that give ample shade.A few meters in front of me is a sign to read carefully: — 35 annual festivals in the area. Day of the place. Saturday at 4 pm,—and it hangs high when held from the corners by ropes that were
He hasn't been in the bathroom long, which is why I'm surprised to see Jorge pacing around and around like a confined lion in the forlorn hallway overflowing with storage spaces and lack of lighting.“Hello,” he lets out as a greeting right now, the latrine entrance closing behind me, hugging the journal bound in dark cowhide with one hand against my chest, while with the other I hold the currently empty glass of squeezed orange, I have no idea why I haven't ruled it out yet. Likewise, I have no idea why I took the book with me, I could have passed it on to the ladies to deal with.Jorge plugs evaporate and takes a look at me. He expresses a calm greeting, returning my greeting and closing the distance that isolates him from me with a solitary step."Mac let me know you'd be in the library, however I went there and the young ladies let me know you came to the bathroom," he lights me up in the center regarding a smile, keeping his phone in the back pocket of his jeans. . I hope you don
"Just remember this: The place." They should track down The place.“Melido, they're coming.” “We have to go,” Juana informs out of nowhere, her voice sounding a bit far away.So at that moment, there is only static."Juana... Juana!"With a lot in my throat, I allow Mac to hold the amp up to the radio and call out to the young woman he cherishes to no end. In the meantime, I silently guarantee that, whatever it is and whatever it costs, I will track down the place. I will effectively recover Melido and Juana.About an hour after our extremely short conversation with Juana and Melido over the radio in the Jeep, my brother and I got into my vehicle with mixed feelings. From one perspective, we're happy to say they exist, amplified by the open door we needed to converse with them; on the other hand, we are miserable for not having had more opportunity to hear their voices, for how last the second one was, and, moreover, we are confused by Melido's request, by the unexpected end of our vi
The lump in my throat that I was able to get rid of about thirty minutes ago, after crying on my brother's shoulder until I got a nagging migraine, returns the instant those words reach my ears."I thought they didn't think it was real." Little museum, my voice breaking a bit."We know you didn't do very well with the Victor," Lara mentions, approaching us with her arms crossed at chest level, "but we found some things in the trunk and..." We believe you.-What did you find? - I ask curious.Roman, Linda, and Lara share a hesitant look before responding.—Your white vans.—"The supernatural season you couldn't find the other day," his girlfriend's blonde seconds.—A couple of your dog's toys... —And another bra—, concludes the coyote."Oh," that's all that comes out of my mouth."Plus, there's the fact that Mac found Juana's heirloom," Lara adds in a casual tone.-What? I spat, eyes wide as I landed on top of my brother. You found it? Why did you not tell me? Where did you find it? Wh
She seems somewhat surprised and even offers a short mess-laden look with the lord, however when her eyes land on me again her face has effectively recomposed itself."Maybe you should let Mac drive," he tells me quietly, nimbly avoiding my past investigation.“I am extremely upset for the trouble I caused you,” I feel it in a voice chord with both of them, then, at that moment, I walk out of his house.I walk to my vehicle in an effort not to cause it to be unmistakable how horrible I feel, even though when I stay before Mac, I break down. I feel his arms wrap around me and press me against his body as I turn into an extension of tears. The feeling of depression that packs my spirit makes me cry anxiously, the emptiness in my chest has expanded and prevents me from controlling my screams, the aggravation that my heart feels makes me barely see obviously when Mac helps me into the front seat of my car. vehicle.I expected to find answers when I accompanied the Victor, I totally rememb
“It doesn't work,” male paralyzed."It doesn't make any difference," Linda says softly, contacting my shoulder to comfort me. Maybe the point of that sound was to stand out for us.“Perhaps,” biss, then, at this point, my consideration falls to the werewolf pair. Did they smell?” I request to know, watching them assume a similar articulation with amazing agreement."Indeed," the two react. Mine Roman...—The one with Lara and Linda,— complements the light for my brother.“My God?” “I've never been in this Jeep,” the coyote interjects, sounding very confused.“Neither do I,” the others say practically as one.“Be that as it may, Angel's fragrance is much more ingrained,” Roman adds. "Much more grounded," Mac reaffirms.In fact, I have four eyes on me."There's a bra of mine in the glove compartment," I tell them in a chained voice, looking down to save their appearances from shock or bewilderment. I think this is Melido's Jeep."I thought we were done with that," Lara says in a genuine
"How would you need me to shut up?" "My dearest companion needs me!" she reacts. Line me! Line me! I need to help her! I need to go to Linda!Unexpectedly, the kicks and slaps stop, Justo's keys fall to the ground and after a wheeze he blurs into Gabriel's arms. Run towards them quickly.“Fair?” “Fair?” Gabriel calls out to her anxiously. Castiel barks even more seriously.“What happened?” I ask awkwardly as my eyes carefully scan my sister. His skin has lost tone and his eyes are clear, completely white. What about your eyes?"I have no idea," my partner muses, forcing Justo's body into a higher position in his arms."You have to take him inside," I reveal and he gestures.However, before we can make a solitary development, Justoedith's eyes recover their typical earthy tone and in an anguished blink he arranges, he leaves the arms of his girlfriend and trips over the yellowish grass of our nursery, falling on all fours. The two Gabriel and I in a short time approached him."Hello lo
Sasha planned to approach him, to tell him that they should initially track down his father, but what came out of his mouth was the opposite:"You know fear specialists, right?""So they were successful?" Gerard sounded dazed, however, the behavior everywhere was somewhat true."Let me know," the juvenile tracker ordered. On the off chance that they didn't go her father's way, assuming she was ready to believe he would return safely alone, she needed to have a deep understanding of the specialists and their Machiavellian expectations."It's not what it is, what it was," the old man reproached, trying to sound interested. A beast whose primary goal was to kill. Not really for food, not so much for revenge or any objective drive, just the yearning to end life wherever he is. In addition, he also has a unique interaction with our family, he gladly added.Sasha took a moment to get what she implied. - The monster.-—The monster of Guvaudan, said Gerard, not realizing that his granddaughte