Young Writers Society

A knock on the door pulls me out of my thoughts. I head to the door, and greet Jasper's mother.

"Do you promise not to change ANYTHING in this room?" I ask, not wanting anything to change.

A soft smile, so similar to Jasper's appears on her delicate face. "I promise." She says quietly.

I silently thank his mother, and the turn around and look at the room the last time. I'm gonna do it again. I'm gonna cry. My only friend has died. My best friend. I miss him so much! Why did he do it? I quietly went down the wooden stairs, and went out the front door. I was crying now, the tears felt hot on my face. I ran as fast as I could away from anyone who could see me sobbing. I was running so fast, everything around me seemed to be a blur. I didn't stop running till I stopped crying. Looking around, I realized I had ran to the park that me and Jasper would always hang out at.

"I should leave," I say quietly to myself, looking around the park. Besides a set of monkey bars, a rusty blue slide, 3 sets of rusty swings, and two benches by the hedges that marked the entrance, there was not a lot of exciting things at the park. My favorite part of the park was the old swings. When we were little, he used to push my up high on the swings, and I would always complain he accidentally pulled my long black hair. Jasper would tug on my arm, to pull me into the sand under the swings, and we would just lie down and watch the clouds.

He always laughed and said the blue sky reminded him of my eyes. I would say the white of the clouds was almost as bright as his blonde hair, and when it was going to rain, I said how the gray looked like his eyes. I miss the memories. A voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

"Alison? Can you see me?"Asked a familiar voice. Too familiar.

"Jasper!" I say excitedly, thinking he was actually alive. "Where are you?"

I heard the voice again, and this time it was right in front of me. "I think you need your eyes checked, I'm right here!" It said with a laugh.

That's when I noticed him. Well, kinda. He was transparent. I couldn't help it, I started to cry. "Why did you do it?" I ask through sobs.

After several moments, I heard his reply. "Alison, I'm sorry. You know how my father abused me? I couldn't take it anymore. I was bullied at school. I didn't want to tell you, I was afraid you would stop me. I'm sorry!"

I could of sworn I saw a frown on his face. "Then let me be with you." I say, pleading. I grab the shiny, silver pocket knife I always carry around in my back pocket.

"Alison. Don't. It's dangerous." Jasper says sternly. I realized it was a command, not a suggestion.

"Why not? You're already dead." With saying that, I put the knife to my throat. "I don't want to leave my best friend. You're the only one there for me."

"Don't. Do. It." He snaps.

I start to slide the knife across my neck, but suddenly it falls to the ground. I didn't drop it though, Jasper knocked it out of my hand. I was starting to get nervous.

"This is the last time I'm warning you." As the threat whispered into my ear. Jasper has changed. I'm scared now.