OKOKOKOKOK SO I KINDA RUSHED THROUGH THIS BC I GOTTA GO TO MY DADSSSSDERfty5h746t also I have no idea if I got the writing prompt right but at least I wasn’t lazy-
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Dead. They are dead. Dead means they are no longer alive. When I go to my boyfriends funeral it means he is supposed to be dead in his casket 6 fucking feet under…so can someone tell me why he’s in my house sitting on the couch at 3am in the morning?? HE’S SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD. I’ve already shed my tears and grieved for him…Do I have to do it all over? I slowly walk from the kitchen to the couch. “Caleb?” I call out. He turns around with a smile on his face. “Addy!” he says calmly still with a smile on his face. “I- how- why- why are you here?” I stamper. “I cam back for you. You always said we’d be together forever. I couldn’t leave this earth without you. Come with me. Don’t break your promise.” He says…still while smiling. I’m at the couch now standing across from him. Tears start to sting my eyes. What is he talking about. My supposed to be dead boyfriend is sitting on my couch with pale-greenish skin and ripped clothes…his hair all gone. “Addy.” He gets up. I back up a step. “Come with me Addy…I’m not leaving without you, baby.” The same smile is on his face…but it’s starting to scare me now. “I’m not going anywhere…you’re supposed to be dead. I WATCHED AS THEY BURIED YOU!” I cry. “tsk tsk tsk…I am dead, baby…but I came back to take you with me. To die with me.” “What are you talking about?” The tears start falling faster and I can barely get the words out my mouth. “You’re dying tonight, baby.” He stands up while I collapse on the ground. I’m nauseous. He’s hovering me now. He stand over me…knife in hand. Where did he get a knife from? I frantically think. I’m now sobbing. I’m weak. I’m being weak. But it’s not everyday your dead boyfriend comes to kill you. He strokes my hair. “Shh, baby, shh…everything’s all right…we’ll finally be together again.” “YOU"RE CRAZY” I scream while crying. “YOU"RE DEAD THERE’S NOWHERE TO GO!” “That’s where you are wrong, baby. Down. There’s down to go. Hell. We are going to burn together in hell.” “H-hell” I stutter. “Yes hell.” He stops stroking my hair. “I’m not going with you. I don’t want to go with you.” “That was the wrong answer.” He takes the knife and slits my throat. Suddenly bloods everywhere and I’m gasping for air. I hold my throat hoping it would stop some blood. Nope. Everything goes black and when I wake up…I’m in pain. I’m burning in hell right next to my boyfriend. He smiles at me.