• Anger shot through his eyes as fast as love had shot down his heart. He wanted to see her, be with her and he wasn't ready to let go of her. Allen looked up in disbelief and whipped a tear from his cheek. He couldn't believe it. Her parents hated him. They wanted him gone. There was no chance they would let their daughter fall in love with a kid that could rock out, but they were too late. She was special. She wasn't anyone he had ever met before. Allen was in love. Real love. Not that drama crap love that meant nothing to you when you where growing up but love love. The kind that you can only read about in books. He fought back tears as his heart started racing. Amanda was the most real person he had ever known and she loved everything about him. His hair and his kick a** smile. But she loved his personality mainly. She could talk to him about anything and he would always be there for her. Allen was disappointed.. He couldn't get over that fact.


    His eye twitched because of his anger. He couldn't help it anymore. He went upstairs to his closet and found some acid he had taken form the school science lab. They had used it to melt different materials. The teacher had told him that it would kill if it had gained contact to the organs. He thought that this would be perfect. It lasted in glass and didn't discolor any juices or become violent in hot water so he made his plan become reality. He knew from Amanda telling him about how her mother is the only one in the house that drinks coffee and that her father is the only one that drinks dr. pepper so he thought that would be the perfect chance.


    The night grew longer. The day was coming slowly. He walked down the street without any sudden noises so he wasn't to disturb anyone. The front door of Amanda's parents house was slowly creaking open. The thought of his love finally being able to see him was rushing through his mind. She was all he wanted other then her parents to be gone. He walked into the kitchen and put the acid on the lip of every dr pepper can and ever coffee mug knowing that Amanda would never use them. He put the acid at the bottom of the coffee pot and let it sit then pured it out so he knew it would take affect. He walked through the hall and went into Amanda's room. He looked at her from the door and smiled with a tear rolling down his cheek.

    "I love you.." His voice trailed off as he whispered those three words that meant the world to anyone who means them. He walked back to the front door leaving it closed behind him still making sure not to wake anyone. He smiled at the thought that all he had to do now, was wait for morning.


    He woke up to police cars and ambulances. He couldn't think of what had happened till he looked at where they were. He walked outside. The sun piercing the sky. The trees where green as ever and the area was outrageously loud. He looked around and saw Amanda crying in front of her house as the police where inside investigating. He walked up to her and sat beside her as she looked at him.

    "Their gone.." Her voice trailed off. He looked at her. Her eyes where brown. Dark. Perfect. Her black hair blowing with the wind. He thought she looked perfect. The best he had seen her.

    "I'm sorry for your loss. Is there anything I could do to make it better?" He questioned as she looked back. He tried to keep the fact that he had done this in his mind. To himself.

    "No.. It's okay. I hated them.. I really truly hated them. I'm kinda happy this is over.. Now I can live.. Be myself. Be with you," She smiled and sounded quite happy but he knew it was a lie.

    "At least we could be together without the thought of them being over our shoulders telling us to stay away from each other is gone.." His voice cheered up as she smiled and hugged him.

    "I love you.. Don't leave me," Amanda looked up at him and smiled again. Her grin as big as ever. He knew it would last.

    They stayed together months after the death of her parents. She couldn't help it. She had no one left accept distant relatives that she had never met and refused to move with them. Life got better and better for her. She was as happy as she ever had been and her smile was on a rampage of causing all the s**t she possibly could. Life on the other hand for him, was going down hill. He had been having nightmares ever since the murder... he could see the look in her parents face's but he didn't tell anyone about it. He couldn't tell anyone anything or else everyone would know. They still hadn't found the killer but they new they were getting close.

    The nightmares continued and they became worse and more horrible as the months continued. He cried himself to sleep most times. He couldn't take it, but he did. He didn't have anything close to the Freddy Kruger movie dreams but he still had it pretty bad. One night he had a dream that some large men cam into a room.. They had been in a fight, most of them had their necks sliced and seamed to have no sign of remorse. It scared the s**t out of Allan. The men kept walking towards him and touching him. He had bloody finger prints on his cheek because of one man slapping him. He knew something was wrong and didn't care what he did to Allan since, its a dream isn't it?

    The men kept coming back. Allen went into a deep depression with no psychical signs. They kept coming closer.. and closer.. and closer, till one night Allan did something in his dream.. He kicked the biggest man.

    "******** OFF!" Allen screamed with a frightened look in his eyes. The man looked at him. He turned his head and looked at the others then Allen kicked him again.

    "what do you want?!" Allen calmed down a little but was still frightened but the fright turned to anger. The mans head turned back and fell. There was still a connection though. He blinked. His head being held on by a single piece of skin as he looked confused with a brow raised.

    "We know" the man said to Allen with a tear appearing slightly in the corner of his eye. Allen was confused, more so then ever.

    "GET UP!" Amanda screamed at Allen as she threw a pillow at him. She had spent the night and Allen had been mumbling and she was getting worried. She walked down stairs as Allen got up. A tear rolled down his cheek and he walked over to a small plank of flooring in his closet. There was a gun. He picked it up, putting the soft wood back into place and kissed his hand then put his hand on the wood. He held the gun tightly. He began to cry. He grasped it and pointed it into his mouth with his hand shaking with fear. Amanda walked in the room. She saw him, and he took it out of his mouth for a moment to talk.

    "Amanda, you know I'd do anything for you. I love you with all my heart but I cant take it anymore. I killed your parents and I can't take the haunting anymore," he stroked the gun as his words drifted off into the sound of her trembling. He pointed the gun at her and got up from the position he was in and walked to her. He kissed her head softly then shot her. He fell to the ground. Her blood everywhere and her body against a wall. It was sliding down the wall slowly and suddenly dropped.

    "I love you.." his voice cracked as he was now alone in this room taken over by his emotions. He continued, "I geuss life can sometimes be like Romeo and Juliette.." his voice faded as he took the gun and placed it back into his mouth. He closed his eyes as tears poured down his cheeks. He clutched the guns trigger and pulled it.

    It was over. He stopped the horrid dreams and he stopped living in fear. He finished what he had started and made his life complete by dieing with Amanda in mind. He took her first, he knew he didn't think she could make it without him. He kept her in soul alive. They both stayed in that room for several hours till Allan's parents finally came up and called the police. They got it right. Murder suicide.

    No more fear.