The Kiss of Death

"JULIA!" I ran to my friend. Her body was twisted at odd angles, and her eyes were closed.

"NO!" I screamed. "No, please, no."

I felt a hand on my shoulder. "She's gone," Death said quietly.

I started shaking, my body moving with silent sob. "Why would she do this? How could she-"

Death sighed sadly. "I think she realized who you two were. Look."

Julia's hand was clenched up. I pried her fingers open, and found the necklace that had been in the jewelry box in my room. "Helen," I said quietly. "She found this in my room."

I turned to Death. "I came to the conclusion that I was Helen about the first night we were here. I found this in my room, and thought, 'well we must have subconsciously gone to our own rooms.' I guess Julia figured out the same thing."

Death nodded grimly. "I think you're right." He stood up, and held out his hand. "Come on."

I stared up at him, then looked back at julia's body and screamed.

From her body rose small wisps of what appeared to be smoke. They crowded over her body, then split into two small clouds, which began to look like the ghosts of two girls. One was exactly like Julia. The other had short hair, and a scowl on her face. "She couldn't take it anymore." The scowling one pointed to the other spirit.

"Time to move on," Death said gently.

The scowling spirit- Elizabeth, I thought- floated away from julia's body and to the door in the cliff. "About time," she said, then disappeared.

Julia's spirit smiled at me. "Samantha, you're like this too."

I nodded. "But which spirit controls me?"

Julia's spirit leaned to whisper in my ear. "Samantha is the controller, but Helen is trying to get to her beloved. Be careful. What Elizabeth said is true, that I could not take it anymore. She was the little voice in my head, constantly yelling at me. Especially when I figured it out. I had to end it." She smiled and started floating toward the door. "Goodbye Sam. And good luck. Because you can't trust him anymore. He wants what Helen wants- his beloved."

And she was gone.

 

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I stared at Death. "She's gone."

"Yes." Death walked over to me. "And you're alive."

I bit my lip. "She did that- she killed herself- because she couldn't take elizabeths voice in her head."

Death frowned then hugged me. "Yes, but I've found you."

I pushed him away and stepped back. "Not me."

His face was puzzled. "What?"

I shook my head. "You didn't find me. You were never looking for me." I walked quickly away, then turned back. "You were looking for Helen. But I'm not her." I tapped my head. "She's in here."

"I can bring her out of there," Death said. "But not here."

"Because she'll be drawn to the door." I said. Then I gasped. "And to get her out of me, you'll kill me. You'd have to."

"No I wouldn't." He said hurriedly.

"You won't kill me too!" I screamed at him. "It's all your fault!" I pointed to the cliff. "All your fault that Julia is dead!" I ran back to the house, tears streaming down my face, but skidded to a stop.

It was different. It looked different. Gone was the white paint, the flowers, everything. The house was made of old wood, and had a crumbling chimney.

I felt Death's cold hands on my arms, gripping me tightly, and he whispered, "I will do whatever it takes to get Helen back." He dug his fingernails into my arm.

But, somewhere, deep inside my brain, I felt something that wasn't fear, or terror, or hatred. And I heard a voice, like it was a mile away, saying, "he's coming for me!"

Was it love?