The end of Forever

by Melody Ichigami

He asked.

  “I-I don't know, that just came out...”

  He raised one eyebrow, but said nothing, and nodded.

  The next thing I knew I blacked out. I must've been dreaming because I saw a door. Slowly it creaked open. I wanted to run through it, but it felt as if my feet were glued to the ground. I tried to move, but I fell forward, and cut my leg. I cried out in pain, but there was nobody there. I saw a figure moving toward me. I yelled in fear. It neared, but then I realized it wasn't going toward me. It was going toward the door.

  “Help!” I cried, but no answer came.

  I felt my blood rushing through my body, as I grew angry.

  “I SAID HELP!” I screamed, crying.

  The boy, looked familiar. I tried to get a closer look, but fell. I got up, and stared at him. He picked up a lock, and unlocked the door. Suddenly it all clicked in. HE WAS THE MOTEL MAN! The something that made me say don't open the door was a warning!

  “DONT OPEN THE DOOR!” I cried over and over, until my voice cracked.

  I watched him creak the door open, and peek his head through.

  “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” I cried, and fell my my knees.

  A girl appeared before me, “Do you want to save him?” She asked, in a soft voice.

  “YES!” I cried, crying.

  “Come.” She said flatly.

  “I-I c-can't-” I started.

  “Yes you can.” She stated, and started walking.

  I tried to get up, and surprisingly could. I almost took the chance to chase after the motel man. But I thought better, knowing that I would have a better chance going with this girl.

  As if to read my thoughts she said, “I agree.”

  I stopped, “What did you say?”

  “I got you unfroze don't underestimate me...” she said, in an annoyed voice.

  I shook my head, “Sorry...” I mumbled.

  She smiled, “That's OK, sorry for snapping at you.”

  I smiled back, thought inside I was still upset.

  As time time passed she suggested we make camp for the night. I nodded my head, knowing she would know what I thought either way. I waited for her to say we should make dinner, but she never did.

  The thoughts raced into my mind. The thoughts that it could all be over. And I let myself think that. I slid the knife out of my bag.

  I was just about to end it all, when, “WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!” A voice, I realized was the girl's voice.

  “Melody. My name is Melody, that's who I am. That's who's going to die.” I said, closing my eyes.

  “Ugh! Humans! It's always about you isn't it?! I know what you've gone through, and I know it's hard! Other people have gone through worse, but nooooooo it's all about YOU! Everybody gets upset! Everybody hurts! In tough times, in the darkest shadows, light always follows.” She said with tears in her eyes.

  “Who's gone through worse, huh? WHO?! I had a mother who tried to kill me, a dad who abandoned me. And now I'm here with no home, running around with a crazy person!” OK, I know those last words were harsh, but I just couldn't take it anymore.

  “Me. I've gone through worse.” She said with tears, running down her face, reaching for her neck. “Don't you realize I'm dead? Well, I was never alive. I don't even have a real family! I was made by science! I'm not even human! They stuck my in this world, when I don't even breathe air. Nobody's ever loved me. When they found out I knew, and could read people's mind's... They, t-they got rid off me. They stuck me here. I've never had friends, never had love, or happiness. But I think about the good. And so should you.”

  “What's your name?” I asked, realizing it was the only thing I would think of to say.

  “I don't have one, they never named me.” She answered, looking down.

  “Can I call you... Jen?” I've always loved that name.

  “Nobody's ever given me a name. I love the name Jen. Thank you.” She said, wiping away tears.

  I nodded, “Let's some sleep.”

  Then I woke up. I realized everything was a dream. I was still tied up. And the motel man was shaking me. Then I zoned out again.

  Jen saw me again and yelled out “Mel!”

  “What do you want?” I grunted, just wanting to get this dream over with.

  “What do I want? I want... people to care what I say. I want people to feel what I say. I want people to listen to what I say. I want what I say to have meaning. I don't want what I saw to just be words hanging around. I want them to be real, and full of life. I want people to understand me.” She answered.

  “Do you know how, do you know why?” I asked.

  “Know how and why what?”

  I knew she knew the answer so I gave her a look.

  She looked down, “Yes. How your mother, or should I call her Grace, long ago split herself into separate bodies. She was a princess, then. When she split herself into those bodies, the time went on, and it took hundreds of years for the process. All her different bodies didn't know each other, and had different brains, yet one thing the same. You are the princess. Grace wants the throne. If you die, she becomes the princess. The reason she didn't notice you before, was because, as I said, she had different brains. Grace didn't notice you, because she was to popular. Your mother, well, once Grace found her, she took over. Before that, her loving brain pushed away bad thoughts. Then Grace put some of her soul into your mother and Kelsey. That's why they where evil so much later. That is all I can stand to tell you.” She said.

  “So there's more that you just don't want to say?” I asked, in a calm voice, shocked at what she said before.

  She looked up, tears in her eyes. I knew she was trapped in this world. I was the only person to listen to her. Who had ever listened to her. So she wasn't used to saying such sad things. She nodded, and I woke, once again.

  “MELODY! MELODY!” I heard a boy weep.

  “What's your name?” I asked, slowly opening my eyes, not knowing who it was.

  “Robert.” The boy answered.

  Then it struck me. It was the same man trying to go into the door. The motel man. He starred at me with big sad eyes. Jen woke me up, because we saved him. Saved him by putting him in his younger body, now.

  “You know me?” I asked, wondering if he had all his memories as a man.

  He nodded, “Yep.”

  He even talked like a boy, “Who are we trying to save?”

  “Courtney.” He said, with a distant look in his eyes.

  “Well lets get moving then, I said, remembering just now to save Courtney.

  “Melody.” I heard a voice, Jen's.

  Just when I turned around, she collapsed, and the motel man turned back into his regular body.

  “To save me, she broke herself.” He said, chocking down tears. I didn't ask anything, because I knew he was upset.

  “I know.” I lied.

  Then he trudged on. Seriously, he didn't look back. Just kept walking.

  “Wait!” I yelled out.

  “What?” He said, sounding like he's been crying.

  “How do you know Jen?” I asked.

  He sighed, “She's my daughter, she was different, so I treated her like an outcast. She ran away. I never named her.”

  “Really? Is that why you took me in?” I asked, shocked.

  “Same reason I took Courtney in.” He answered.

  “You took Courtney in?!” I asked, I swear my eyes where popping out of my head.

  “Yes.” He answered.

  I tugged at my shirt, feeling em embarrassed. I should have known. I'm so stupid. I shook my head in disbelieve.

  Then he started chocking. Really chocking. He wheezed. He cried out in pain.

  “HELP! SOMEBODY HELP! PLEASE! ANYONE!” I cried out. But I already knew I lost him. He fell. He lied there. Silent. No air. No heartbeat. I kissed his cheek, and stroked his hair. I didn't want to believe it. But I did.

  Immedi
ately Jen appeared before me, “Hello!”

  “Jen...” I said, it all kicking in now, “You killed him, so you could get out of being trapped.”

  “Well duh!” Jen said, as if it was simple. “I was GOING to kill you, but he was easier. It was me, putting him through the door. “

  “No...” I said, stepping away from her.

  “Yes. But did you think I would tell you that much without killing you?!” She asked, anger in her eyes, as she stepped toward me.

  “NO!” I cried, running faster than I ever have. I ran, racing with the birds above me. Crying. Crying harder than I ever have. Yelling. Yelling louder than I ever have. Then I stopped. I looked back.

  Now I was going to fight back. I raced toward Jen, my heart beating fast.

  She snickered at me, “You think you can beat me?! Honestly I have no reason to kill you, now that I'm already free, but I want the thrill of killing a child.”

  I glared at her, “First of all I'm not a child. Now I'm going to ask you something, since you got to ask me something. Why did you need to kill someone to be free?”

  She yawned, “A kid, like you would be too stupid to know. I didn't kill him. I just trapped his soul where I was trapped. And, in order to be free, you have to kill someone, or kill their body. Once they get out, they get it back. Don't ask. The first person who got trapped in that place made a deal with the witch who trapped him.”

  “Jen... Now I realize why. Why your dad left you. All anyone does, is give you selfless love. And you don't care. You just don't care.” I shook my head in disbelieve.

  She started to bawl, “No!” She cried. “It's the person who trapped me here! They taught me how to hate! It's not my fault! It's theirs!”

  Then, she killed herself, and the motel man was free. Only I realized, her soul now was, too.