Undead.....

Chapter One: Greiving

It was a dark night. The streetlights around me barely lit anything up. The buildings instead of looking their usual color, were a golden brown. I was staring at my breath. Wasn't it interesting that if the weather is cold, you see your breath? I know that it's because our breath is warm, but what if there's another reason?

I felt the cold air pushing upon my face like needles. A car passed by me. I heard rock music coming from it. Probably a bunch of drunken teens back from the Green Day concert. (NO OFFENSE TO GREEN DAY. THEY'RE ACTUALLY MY FAVORITE BAND!) I saw one of the boys putting his head and top torso through the sunroof, holding out his middle fingers for everyone to see.

"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" He shouted, at the top of his lungs.

I rolled my eyes. Some teens were just foolish like that. I know I'm the same age as them, but after witnessing Olive's murder, I don't feel like one anymore.

I can remember her clearly.

She had slightly tan skin from her trip to Hawaii. I remember her gentle, yet still bright blue eyes. Her hair, a fawn color, was always tied back in a nice high ponytail. Her lips, as her boyfriend Gabriel described them, the same, beautiful color of her skin. She was my best friend.

It came out of the shadows. There was no way I could've protected her.

She lay on the ground, her eyes lifeless. She was in a puddle of her own blood, her dark red......

No, I needed to stop remembering the scene. The nightmares were enough.

I heard the clicking of my boots on the cement. I had my hands buried deep inside the pockets of my soft, gray sweater. I felt my green dyed locks brush my face, giving it slight warmth.

I looked at the gravel street. There wasn't a car in sight. I walked across, the gravel making my boots click louder. I was on the sidewalk.

I looked up at the white building that held my apartment. I walked up the cement stairs onto the porch, then in the glass doors.

There was a blond woman sitting at the desk. I didn't know her. She was probably filling in for Diane. She smiled a bit and waved at me. I forced a smile back.

I went into the metal elevator and pressed floor three. I waited a few minutes before I heard the familiar sounding beep that meant I was here. I only had to walk a few seconds to get to our room, which was number 237. I put my head on the door and started crying.

Little did I know my neighbor Dan was walking behind me. He pulled out his earphones and looked at me strangely. He then walked towards me.

"Yvonne......" I heard him say softly.

I turned around in shock.

"WHAT THE HECK DAN?!? LET A WOMAN CRY!!!"

I yelled at him with all my might.

He then looked down at his high tops, I would guess in guilt. His long hair hanged straight down.

I pushed his head up straight with my pointer finger and tapped his nose with my finger.

"Winnie Bear......" I said which was my nickname for him.

"Don't you be sad. I'm already depressed enough."

"MKay?"

I put my hands on my hips and tapped my . "Okay......" He said in his posh voice, which right now was muffled.

"Good Bear." I patted his head like a dogs, and he snickered.

"Now be good again and maybe you'll get a treat from the pot of honey."

He smiled and went into the elevator.

I walked into my apartment, slightly more happy.

I then saw a black funeral dress hanging from a rack on the living room wall.

I went into a crying fit.

"Why? Why did it have to happen to her? Out of all people, why did it have to happen to her?"

I started banging my head and fists against the wall. I gave myself bruises. I tried to break my own arms. I would rather be in a hospital bed than at Olive's funeral.

Dan's roommate Jasmine, heard all of it. My screams, my crying, and my talking. She opened the door, and I heard her steps on the wooden floor.

Jasmine, like the Disney Princess, was from Saudi Arabia. She had moved to America when she was in 2nd grade, but she still had a strong, Arabian accent. She originally had dark, black hair, but she dyed most of her hair a lightish brown, but she had her black roots. Her skin was in the middle of super dark and super light, and her eyes were as dark as the night sky.

She walked over to me in my corner. She tapped my shoulder.

"Yvonne, are you alright.........."

I turned around to reveal my running mascara, my eyeshadow which was now on my forehead, my lipstick which was smeared as heck, and my face, which was as red as a tomato.

She hugged me.

"It's okay.........." She said softly.

I stood up, and her arms went to her sides.

"Jasmine, it's not okay.........."

She started walking towards me to hug me once again.

"Yes it is, Yvonne,"

I push her arms away.

"No Jasmine, it's not. With a capital N."

"Yes it is......"

She walked towards me again, and I pushed her away. I was pissed.

"NO JASMINE, IT'S NOT OKAY! MY BEST FRIEND WAS MURDERED! MURDERED, I TELL YOU! I LOST MY BEST FRIEND TO THE HANDS OF A KILLER! I WITNESSED IT! I SAW HER IN A POOL OF HER OWN BLOOD! I LOST THE ONE PERSON THAT CARED ENOUGH ABOUT MY LIFE TO BE MY CLOSEST FRIEND FOR THIRTEEN YEARS! OLIVE WAS MY ONE TRUE BEST FRIEND! AND SHE WAS TAKEN AWAY FROM ME! AND NOW I'M SUPPOSED TO WEAR A BLACK DRESS AND SEE HER DEAD BODY ONCE AGAIN! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GO?!? I DON'T WANT TO GREIVE ANYMORE! I WANT HER TO BE ALIVE AGAIN! MORE THAN ANYTHING! AND PEOPLE EXPECT ME, HER BEST FRIEND, TO GO TO A FUNERAL AND BE REMINDED THAT SHE'S DEAD?!? I DON'T WANT THAT! AT ALL! I DON'T WANT THIS!"

I went into another crying fit. Jasmine slowly left the room.

I decided to look out my window to see if the view would cheer me up. I saw what looked like a couple fighting in an alleyway.

I opened up my window, to see if I could hear anything.

The girl was in the middle of her sentence.

"You bit me Joshua! How could I ever forgive you for that? My boyfriend cheated on me just a month ago. This just made my life worse!"

The boy pinned the girl onto the wall.

"Giselle, you should be happy I did this. You are now immortal. You have powers beyond your wildest dreams. You have way better looks. Why are you even mad?"

I saw her bare her teeth. I didn't want to see where this was going.

I closed the window and shut the curtains. I decided to get ready for bed.

I went into the bathroom and wiped off the makeup. I got into some sweatpants and a tank top for pajamas.

I turned off my lights and slid into bed, pulling the warm covers over my cold body. Maybe, just maybe I would never wake up, and not have to go to the funeral tomorrow.