It's been yet another day of being dead, you may not think this, but it's actually quite tiring. I just wanted to go to heaven already.

I looked up at the stars as I laid in the middle of the school parking lot.

I closed my eyes wishing for this to just end. I wanted to be reunited with my lost relatives, what was taking so long?

I wondered if maybe it was like in the movies where I had to do something specific in order to move on. It was worth giving it a try.

I walked home. I know it's silly, considering my father is the partial reason for my death. If he hadn't hit me, I wouldn't have fun off and I wouldn't have run into those girls. I know it sounds stupid but I missed home.

When I got there I didn't see dad's car, just Sam's truck.

I walked in and noticed all of dad's things weren't there. What the hell? Where had he gone?

Oh well I guess it didn't matter now. I walked to Sam's room and found him sitting on his bed looking miserable. I've been dead for almost 5 days.

His face looked damp and red and his clothes ragged, he looked like he hasn't shaved in weeks.

I watched him in sorrow. "I'm so sorry Lindsey, I'm so so sorry" he whispered.

"I know it sounds stupid, considering it looks like I'm just talking to air, but if by any chance, you're out there and can hear me, I want you to know that I love you, and I miss you, and I swear to God I will avenge you if it's the last thing I do."

My eyes watered. I didn't know what he meant by that, but it didn't sound good.

"I'm going to kill those sons a bitches who killed you" his jaw clenched.

Oh shit. This wasn't good.

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Later that day, I followed Sam to some liquor store.

He walked in through the door and I followed closely behind.

Oh fuck, what were they doing here?!

I felt my heart rate pick up, as I looked at the man who I had prayed every night to never lay eyes on again.

Him. It was him. The man who was responsible for it all, the one who pulled the trigger, and shot the bullet right through my gut.

He looked like any normal guy, just walking around, living life as if he hadn't committed murder.

I had no idea he was old enough to drink. Fake I.D. probably. Who knows.

Sam browsed the beer section. He found one he liked and bought a whole six pack.

He walked up to the register and paid for them, all the while glaring at that guy. I had no idea what his name was, Randy? Jack? I don't know. He used to go to school with my brother. He might know his name.

My brother kept eyeing him from afar.

"Long time, no see, Jon" Sam finally spoke up. He popped open one of his newly paid for beer bottles and took a sip.

Jon. I was way off with the name.

He turned around "thought you looked familiar" he looked my brother up and down.

"How could you ever forget me?" Sam chuckled.

"You know what happened to my sister a few days ago?" He asked.

Oh I saw what he was doing.

"Your sister?" Jon chuckled, taking out some cash to give to the lady at the register.

He had a cigarette in his mouth and it definitely showed when he talked, his voice sounded so smoky.

"Lindsey? Nah man what happened to her?" My eyes widened. So that's how he was doing things around here.

"She was killed. Found her shot and dead in the park a few days ago. She was just left there, no one seemed to care." Sam told him sadly.

Jon walked over to Sam with his 12 pack in his hand. He parted his shoulder with the other hand.

"I'm sorry man, I had no idea. Who would hurt Lindsey? She was such a sweet girl. I'm sorry for your loss man" he faked an apology.

Oooh this is making me angry now.

"Mm" my brother smirked at him.

"Funny cause I thought I saw you and your girl hanging around the park that same day" Sam gave him a very intimidating look.

I could see a flash of worry in Jon's eyes before it quickly left.

He smiled "nah man, we must've left before she got there." He turned around to walk out of the store. Sam quickly followed.

Sam grabbed him by the shoulder and turned him around.

"You sure?" Sam asked. He clearly wasn't convinced with Jon's made up story.

"Dude, if I was there I would've helped" he stated "you'd seriously think I'd hurt Lindsey?" He asked and acted as if he was offended.

Sam shook his head " nah man, you're right. I know you'd never hurt her. That just ain't you" Jon smiled when he said that, and walked away to his car.

Suddenly Sam grabbed Jon's shoulder and turned him quickly before punching him in the nose.

Jon fell backwards and touched his hand to his nose. Blood everywhere.

"You really think I'm that stupid?" Sam yelled and shook his head.

"I saw the bloodied gun, you dickhead. It was the same one you had when we went hunting 4 years ago" Sam told him "if you're gonna kill someone, hide the evidence." Sam lectured him before throwing another punch directly to his jaw.

"Listen man, I told you I didn't kill her" Jon lied.

He held his hands up as if to say "I ain't guilty"

He shook his head "look man, it was my girl I swear. She was beating on Lindsey and shit" Jon defended himself.

"That's not the point, Lindsey could've lived through that, your girl wasn't the one with the gun!" Sam nearly growled.

"Samuel I swear, she must've taken my gun or something. My girl's crazy, I told you man, I would never do something like that." Jon looked absolutely scared for his life. I didn't blame him.

My brother must've gotten sick and tired of Jon's lies because in an instant he had his pocket knife out and ready to use.

He held it up to Jon in a threatening manner "how sweet of you to rat your girl out like that, I'm sure she'd really appreciate that" Sam glanced over Jon's shoulder.

I peeked to see what he was looking at. Oh just perfect timing. "Jon what the hell?" His girl stomped up to him.

"Heather, you gotta help me out, Sam's tryna kill me" he told her.

"Your fuck toy killed my sister, I found his gun" Sam muttered.

Heather's eyes widened. Suddenly Sam laughed. Not because there was anything funny about this situation. I could tell he was pissed and about ready to lose it.

"It's funny, he keeps throwing you under the bus actually 'oh Sam I didn't kill her, I would never do anything like that' Sam mocked Jon.

Heather looked at Sam in shock. Sam laughed at her "oh it gets even better 'listen man, it was my girl, she's crazy, she was beating on Lindsey and shit. I told you I didn't kill her, it was my girl" Sam shook his head as he laughed.

Heather crossed her arms and glared at Jon.

"Yeah, I'm sure he loves you oh so much" Sam told her sarcastically.

"You know what Sam, there is something you should know" she turned to look at my brother.

"Jon did kill her, me and my friends were just messing around and being unreasonably rude and beating on her. But you're right, Jon was the one who shot her" Heather explained.

Sam laughed hysterically, before dropping his knife "oh I know" he reached for his back pocket and pulled out the same gun that Jon had killed me with.

He pointed it right at Jons forehead and said "ain't no use in praying now, you bastard. This is for my sister" he told him before pulling the trigger.