Soft, jazz played on repeat in the near empty room of the abandoned building in the center of town.

It is strange, yes- that an abandoned building exists in the center of an overpopulated area.

However, the residents of this little section of city happen to be the stuck up families full of rich, spoiled members- one notable person being that horrible little boy who goes by the name 'Ashton'. Perhaps it is wrong to call him a 'little boy' seeing as he is around my age.

Perhaps it's just his spoiled little attitude that makes him seem much younger than myself. Perhaps indeed.

Returning to the physical world, the music began to repeat once more, the person's singing filling my ears once more as I brought my attention back to the song.

A favorite of mine, you could say. Lyrics with meaning, unlike what I often hear nowadays. The past seemed to do better in that area of music, however that is but an opinion. Not like my opinion seems to matter much, seeing as all I really have to talk to is myself and Ashton.

It is quite peculiar that I am often in this building. Something draws me to it. Perhaps it's the mysterious music that is always playing on repeat.

Have I told you about this place yet? I don't believe I have- my apologies. It is a large ballroom with a large chandelier hanging above it, just barely managing to stay in the air. The chains holding it up have been weakened by time and it seems as if it would snap at any moment.

There are 3 large staircases: one in the middle and two on the sides. They both lead to a large door of gold.

I have yet to explore the area beyond the golden doorway.

The song began to fade as it ended, starting once again only moments after. I began singing along, my voice cracking slightly as I changed notes. After a bit longer, I got used to using my voice and everything seemed much smoother.

Footsteps came from behind me as the front door of the building opened with a small squeak. An ever familiar tune came from the visitor as they began to whistle the song currently playing.

"Ashton." I greeted the boy with a curt nod, keeping my mind more focused on singing. Not like I need to; the words are carved into my memory. He walked over to where I stood, taking the spot next to me to stare up at the bright chandelier above.

Which reminds me.

"I've been wondering some things."

"Such as?"

"This place is abandoned yet there is always electricity-"

"Indeed there is."

"-and it is always in use. The lights are on when I come here every time."

"Perhaps someone turns them on before you come here?"

"Why? This place is abandoned."

There was silence for a moment.

"Indeed it is." He said before tearing his gaze away from the chandelier and directing his attention towards me. This is an offhand comment that should not be taken seriously by anyone- he really did have beautiful eyes. The lightest shade of green mixed in with a dash of aqua.

Unless it just a trick of light. I never see him outside of this place.

"Oh, the sun seems to be coming up." I noted absentmindedly as my attention was turned to the half covered piece of glass in the dull, yet extravagant, wall. He nodded somewhat looking everywhere but outside.

"I suppose it is. I have to go now. Bye." He spoke abruptly, before leaving the room. I only gazed vacantly at his retreating back, laughing mentally at how cliché the situation seemed. I returned to my music for only a moment before leaving as well. As usual, I began to yawn the closer I got to the door. I was tired from the lack of sleep.

As usual.

When I returned once more, it was the same as ever. The room seemed brighter in contrast to the darkness that surrounded the building. It was the most beautiful at night.

I suppose the only difference today was that the music seemed quieter than yesterday- a pattern I had noticed over time. With each day I return, the music seems to fade more and more. Perhaps one day it will be completely gone.

I wonder if I would be able to survive without the soothing voice echoing through my ears constantly. There is a grand piano here, strangely it is tuned as well, but I cannot play it. I doubt Ashton can either, however I might be wrong. After all, piano seems to be a suiting instrument for the spoiled rich.

"Hello."

I turned around and cracked a slight smile at the boy, acknowledging his presence. He seemed to frown for a moment, which I have come to believe is a habit of his, before sending me a bright grin with his bright, perfect, white teeth.

Oh jealousy indeed.

"The music is quieter again." I informed him, stating the obvious. He didn't even glance over.

"It appears so."

I looked outside, not even shocked to see the sun rising. It always seems to come moments after Ashton appears.

What I was surprised to see, however, was a sheet of white blanketing the scenery outside of the window. An unfamiliar tune popped in my head, yet I couldn't fight back the urge to sing it.

"I really can't stay-"

"-but baby it's cold outside."

I looked over in shock, hearing Ashton's singing voice for the first time. Also, it was strange that he knew this odd tune.

"I've got to go away-" I blurted out, unable to stop the flow of words.

"-but baby it's cold outside."

It continued like this for a bit longer, a smile beginning to form and turn into a laugh.

A large, uncontrollable laugh that brought tears to my eyes.

However, the peculiar thing about it was that when I stopped laughing, the tears didn't stop.

A feeling of dread filled me as I looked up at Ashton, a forced grin stuck on my face.

Guilt was plastered on his face as he looked everywhere but at me.

"It was you." I said, surprised to hear my voice choking up.

It was sudden and quite strange, to be honest. Foreign 'memories' seemed to rush into my mind like a wave crashing into a city and destroying everyone and everything I knew.

Singing with him, dancing with him.

That song- oh that unfamiliar tune. It began to turn into some far worse than what it seemed to me at first.

I had to go home, the blizzard outside growing worse by the minute. If I left, I would be able to get home in time. After all, it was only 3 minutes away. He told me to just stay over until the snow passed, which it seemed like it never would.

Unknowingly, I began the song and one regrettable thing after another followed after.

Needless to say, I screamed to the point that I lost my voice. It was a large room and the echoes had haunted me to the point of-

-wait, what?

That couldn't be possible.

I unintentionally let out a bittersweet chuckle, looking up to him. It seems my gaze shifted towards the floor in my time of thinking. He looked back in confusion.

"I didn't."

There was silence. I frowned, noticing that he began to tug on his collar, another nervous habit I noticed over time.

When did we even begin to meet in this abandoned place anyways?

Forcing myself up, I walked over to the stairs, slowly making my way up as my legs began to shake.

Please don't tell me I…

Reaching the door, I opened it without hesitation.

Behind it was a large mirror and something next to it. I looked in the mirror, particularly at my neck.

On it was…

…nothing.

My eyes widened as I spun around quickly to stare at the spoiled little brat I called Ashton.

In my mind, I had a memory of rope and an inability to breathe.

He smiled at me in disgust, unzipping his high collared jacket that he always wore. There were visible marks on his skin.

Before I could say anything, he disappeared.

The lights shut off in that one moment, the music slowly fading into nothingness as I just stood there.

"Crazy, I'm crazy for feeling so lon…"

As it died out, I fell to the floor in shock, looking down with a vague sense of…incompleteness. Ashton's voice came from behind me as he whispered huskily in my right ear, shivers running through my body at the coldness in his voice.

"No need to feel guilty, love. I hung myself to follow you." He said with a light chuckle, seemingly a new person completely. His hand moved to my chest, causing pain to shoot throughout my body.

I looked down to see a small hole in my body.

Shot, huh.

He wrapped his warm arms around me and as the dark world around me faded into a darker shade of black, his low chuckle was all I could hear.

How anticlimactic.

"Sleep well dear, when you wake up we can finally start our eternal life together."

I'm tired.

A quick story before sleeping, oh gosh I'm tired.

But I realized I haven't done like, anything since school started.

So, sorry the first thing in a while is bad. ;o;

I'll make something better next time!

...I hope.