The Necklace

His footsteps echoed down the hall as he trudged toward the locker room. Its morning and he hasn't fully woken yet. He stops and yawns, stretching his arms and accidently hits the girl behind him. He spins quickly and apologizes to her. She said that it was alright and that she just wasn't paying attention. He smiles at her and continues on to the locker room, quickly getting dressed and rushing to the tennis court. He bounces the ball casually, still trying to rub the sleep from his eyes when he sees her, slowly walking onto the court.
He smiles and waves shyly at her but she doesn't seem to notice. He shrugs, never having been good with making friends. He starts lobbing the ball back and forth with one of his friends when he accidently launches it, hitting her in the head. He cringes and rushes to her side, apologizing repeatedly. She waves it off and tell him her name. He smiles and gives her his. After practice the meet in the cafeteria and exchange emails.
Over the next couple of weeks they become good friends, talking on the court and over email whenever possible. Finally, their mutual friend pushes them to start dating and they did. The first few months were rocky, filled with break ups and make ups. When summer vacation came he was sad but the said goodbye and kissed.
The next school year he was in highschool, in an academic school system. He missed the girl, but they still talked over email. And he was happy with that. But he was so focused on trying to make friends and trying to talk to her, that his grades slipped. He got bullied a lot and he hated himself. One nice he was talking to friends and he said he just wanted to die.
One of them told the school and the school called him in. They told his parents and he was sent to a mental hospital. He stayed there for a couple months. But he still talked to the girl. He was glad he could, she was the one thing that made him smile. He would tell her jokes and talk to her about what was happening in the hospital.
He was let out and he went back to school. It wasn't the same though. Nobody treated him how they used to. Except her. Even though he had lost so much he hadn't lost her. And he was so happy about that.
Well another summer came and went. And this new school year, she was going to be with him in highschool. He had asked her out  a week before school and she said yes. And on the first day of school he hugged her tightly, telling her he was never going to let her go. A few weeks passed and suddenly the girl was gone. Her friend told him that she had been sent to a hospital. He didn't hear from her for a week or so.
She came back during the middle of the school day. He cried happily to see her again. She and him promised that it wouldn't happen again. They both were alike..dark minded. Sad and depressed. But when he was with her his mind was brighter, his future shone with happiness.
The weeks turned into months. Him and her were happy. They kept eachother happy. But one day he was feeling horrible, and nothing could help. So he brought some alcohol to school, thinking it would help. And it did. He forgot his troubles, he felt amazing. But it was short lived.
The school took him out and sent him to an alternate school. And as he left his school he saw her. The disappointment on her face made his heart sink. Though they were apart again he would still email her. They drifted apart due to the lack of communication. But everyday he told her that he loved her, and everyday she said it back. And summer once again came. But with it...a new darkness.
He went to email her one day and saw a message. She had left him. She had gone because he wasn't around like he should have been. Well he was determined to change that. He was on more, he messaged her more. But that didn't nothing. She loved another. He got mad, but refused to be mad at her. Then she moved on and loved his friend, the one who sent him to the hospital.
He was mad, but again not at her. Him and her were off and on through the summer and into the next school year. They were off and on throughout the school year. And then through highschool. When highschool ended he moved into an apartment, and asked her to join him. After a day or so she agreed. They got together, happily. Or so he thought.
After a year or so she message him. She told him she didn't love him anymore. That she wanted a new life, and had a new love. He was heart broken. He refused to believe it. She cut him out of her life completely. She cut out his heart. She had been the only one through the tough times. She had been the light in the darkness.
One day she messaged him and told him she was coming over to get her stuff. He didn't respond. She assumed he was just busy. She went to his apartment and knocked loudly on the door. He didn't answer. She shrugged and pulled a spare key she had kept. She walked in and started gathering her stuff in the living room, moving it down to the car.
She left the bedroom for last, knowing it would be the hardest for her. She had shed tears while cleaning every room. The kitchen, the living room, the dining room, the bathroom. It was late and she texted him. She heard the phone ding in the bed room and laughed. She remembered how forgetful he could be. She had laughed and smiled and cried all day at each memory. She grabbed the door knob of bedroom and sighed.
She told herself it was the final step. She braced herself for the memories. Slowly she turned the knob and swung the door open. The room was pitch black. She reached for the familiar feeling of the light switched and flicked it.
He lay on the bed, covered in his blanket, his eyes closed. She sighed and moves quietly, picking up pictures and brushes, clothes and makeup. He remained under the covers. She looked at him from time to time, smiling at him. She had always loved when he slept.
It took her some time, cleaning out the bedroom of her things, but she got it done with few tears. Finally, she stood in the entry way of the apartment, looking around. She did a quick sweep of each room, checking for belongings of hers.
She moved back to the bedroom and watched him for a minute. Finally, she moved to his side and bent down, intending on giving him one last kiss. Her lips made contact with his and she pulled away. He was cold.
She put her hand on his cheek. He was very cold. She looked at him, realizing for the first time that his face was colorless. That the normal rise and fall of his chest, it wasn't there. She shook her head, refusing to believe this. The slowly grabbed the blankets and yanked them back. Then screamed.
He was surrounded in a pool of blood. His clothes matted to him. His arms had been shredded to bits. The blade still glinted in his right hand, coated in his blood. And something else glittered in his left. She stood there in horror, unable to breath, unable to move. Her eyes welled with tears. She noticed the faint shine in his left and inched closer. She gently took his hand, the one she had held so many times, the one that had been so warm and reassuring but was now cold and lifeless.
She took it and pulls the shine out of it. When she examined it she found it was a necklace. It was slick with blood. She looked at what hung on it and cried out in surprise and sadness. On the end of the necklace hung 2 rings. One was the ring she had given to him many years before. But the other was new.
This new one was an engagement ring. When she further examined it, she noticed and engraving on the inside. "To my angel, F & A."