(LAST CHAPTER) This was meant more to be a short story rather than a full blown book but I promise I'll make longer stories, I'm also starting new book and stories and I would appreciate it if you guys checked it out. "Forgot and Forgotten." and maybe something else (and idea called destructive dreamer)

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  I wake up. "It was all a dream." Is the first thing that came to mind. My eyes fluttered open to see the open blue sky. I sighed relieved. Then I notice the trees leaning in as the wind slowly blows against them, then I realize how still I am. How I can't feel the howling wind gently caressing my face. I looked down to see the soaked grass. How my palms are completely dry. Instead of radiant looking skin, or at least skin with color I had a pale lifeless form. 

     I crawl into a ball, hugging my knees to my chest. My denim blue jeans, oversized sweatshirt, white socks. I look so smooth as if sculptured from glass. So invisible, see through and vulrnable. Strands of my hair droop over my face yet I can't feel the light tingle of it brushing against my cheek. I can only imagine how the warm soaking tears feel as they run from my eyes. Falling to the ground and disappearing. I feel like I'm being watched. My eyes dart to the tower only to see a shattered window. I look down to my right and I find the culprit. Me.

     My eyes are wide open at the point where they look like wide saucers. My brown eyes stare back at me like a mirror reflection. Black hair scattered everywhere. My clothes drenched in blood. My legs and arms bent at weird angles making me gag. Jaw unhinged. Pale skin. Blue lips. All of me, dead. Except for my eyes which bore into me as if pleading to be alive. Blood runs from those eyes. A piece of glass is  lodged into one pupil. A mystery of how it got there I'd rather not dwell on. I stare at the dead body for it is more solid then my own. I don't know how to feel. 

     I slowly sweep my hands over my bodies eyes, shutting it softly. All signs of me being alive, Gone. Then and there I wilt. I hear a sharp gasp and look up to my right. An old lady with curlers in her brunette hair I remember her as Ms.Craig, the neighborhood gossip as my mother called her. She swelled up in absolute shock. Her hand clasps her mouth and her eyes were as wide as a football field. She turns pale and looks queasy. What does she do? She runs. Leaving me feeling alone, abandoned. Dead. 

Useless.

     I begin to tear up. This is it. Ms.Craig is out to go flail up the police, the hospital. But what would they find? What would they think? "A monster drove her out of her tower" is less likely to be printed on the front page of the weekly newspapers'. My smile plastered across a news story. I let out a sorrowed and dry scream, matching the beat of the oncoming sirens. 

~ Later~ 

     I watched as they dropped my dead-weight body into a black bag and zipped me up. Police scanned the area. They found no leads. They scanned the house, as they opened the front door I curiously followed. They seemed oblivious to the lit candles meaning anything more important than a 16 year old trying to brighten a room during a black out. There was no dagger, not even one strand of Rapunzel's brittle hair. 

     "The stairs." I pleaded them to search, the doors must be there. Then they will know it wasn't suicide, then they would no this wasn't a common mistake. An officer named "Whittney" as I heard another all her opened the doorway towards the towering steps. As her steps echoed through the narrow space my heart filled with joy. They must find something, anything. Please...

     Both me and her enter the hallway, she comes to a complete stop and I trail behind as her shadow. She follows the hallway to the door leading to my bed room,the tower. She slowly pushes the door open. My comforter, my desk. Her eyes trace over the white carpet. My unmade bed, the boxes lying on the ground. "YES!" I hollered. She can see the scattered boxing and it should raise her suspicions. 

     She only took a quick second and glanced at the boxes before maneuvering her way towards them. Her fingers cover with the white gloves every officer wore clashed with the brown piece of cardboard she held between her fingers. As she eyes the piece of cardboard my heart leaped. Although when she set it down and started to walk away I let out a cold low whimper. 

     She made her way towards my desk. Her fingers brushed against many items, until she saw the calendar. She saw the marked date and the birthday signs and took out the phone from her pocket. Noticing the matching dates and shook her head in dismay. "Little gal just had to die on her birthday now, what a sad soul." She sounded so genuine as if I knew her for ages. But the way she shook her head told me it was in disapproval. She though I committed suicide on my birthday. 

     She glanced at the scattered glass and quickly made her way downstairs. I followed her with a heavy heart. When I looked up I could burst into tears. My mother and father. My mother was in hysterics, my father doing a poor job to comfort her. My mother's choked sobs filled the room and my heart felt as if it was torn away from my rib cage and pierced with a million needles. "Mommy." I whimper. My father is shaking. He says nothing. His eyes are darting everywhere. He looks paled. "Daddy." My voice cracks. 

     Detectives glance over my parents with sympathy filling their eyes. All I want to do is hug them. Pulling them into a tight embrace. But something pushes me away from them. 

     So thats what happened. I just...died. I didn't die a hero, I never made my mark on the world. I died a nobody. I became a nobody. But it's not fair, I planned a life. I never fell in love, I never had my heart flutter feeling in my chest as I kissed the one I truly admired. I haven't even tasted a tinging sip of wine. I had dreams. I had a future. It was all taken away, but for what? Nothing but a superstitious jealous ex deceased girlfriend! "ITS NOT FAIR!" I screamed. 

     I remember it like it was yesterday. I never got the chance to move on you see. The police finalized the investigation as a suicide. My parents moved away about 13 years ago. I stayed, I had no choice. I couldn't move as I stayed planted to where it all started, my bedroom now stripped of anything that belonged to me. One day I will receive justice and-

     A squeal? I peer around the corner to see a young girl with a blonde golden long locks enter the house holding a box labeled "Fragile". I can't help but smile. "Oh why Rapunzel what beautiful hair you have." I lick my lips. Vengeance, face to face in the form of a petty 16 year old. Well this should be fun. 

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 And thats the end of this story guys!!! I hoped you enjoyed and tell me how you feel about the ending. I'm a bit shifty about it. Remember to check out my other stories, See You Soon

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