My sad story(Theres a narrator)

*Misery... Is that all us young teens have these days? Usually we're supposed to be the next big thing but this time we look like the end of the world... An example... Lets go to this girl in a bathroom*

Girl: Why... I just got here today and these girls call me a slut... Im not a slut Im me!

*She looks at herself in the mirror*

Girl: H-How can people be this damn cruel!

*She bangs her head against the wall*

Girl: Im no slut... I'll make them pay!

*She starts banging her head against the wall till she paces out and eventually dies a pitiful death... She hears nothing but the screams of agony from other souls who have done wrong just like her but really in her case it was her choice to die like that. Sad right? Cant seem to get passed what others think... Well lets head to another story. A girl stops infront of a boy who's sitting on the curb. To her he looks distressed so she bends down infront of him, giving him an innocent look.*

Zya: Ya know you shouldnt sit out here alone

*He doesnt answer*

Zya: Mm you'll catch a cold or something...

*Still no answer but he looks up at her with a look that begs for death*

Zya: So is there something bothering you?

*He nods slowly*

Zya: Bullied? Love issues? Or maybe something to do with death?

*He nods then she smiles.*

Zya: Well do you want to die?

*He thinks about it and nods*

Zya: Why?

Chris: My life...

Zya: Your life? What about it?

Chris: My parents... they kicked me out the house...

*She gives him a curious look*

Zya: Oh?

Chris: I cant work! Im only 15! No one will hire me... How will I eat? How will I face my friends in such a disgraceful state!

*She smiles.*

Zya: But thats not a reason to die... Yes your parents kicked you out but you're not in a disgraceful state~ You can still eat ya know but it will be an illegal way of course

*He looks at her with a puzzled look*

Chris: You act as if its so easy... To live in a world where humans are corrupted by greed...

Zya: Haha true we have our demons and we have our moments but who cares? We learn and we correct so...

*She stands up and holds out her hand.*

Zya: You can come with me and I can show you that there's always a light in the world of the dark

*She smiles as he takes her hand and stands up with her.*

Zya: Sweet there we go! You're up on your two feet and now follow me to my house so we can get you cleaned up.

*They start walking towards her house. Walking for several hours Chris thinks back to when she stood up... She looked like an angle sent to guide him.. She had this gift... He couldnt quite put his finger on it but there was something about her that drew him to her... His thoughts were disruppted by the new scenary.. There was a pond, small, and there next to it looked like a piece of a train.. What was it called... Looked like it was used for carrying cargo but she lead him to it like it was a natural thing to do.*

Chris: This is where you live?

Zya: Ah yea...

Chris: Where are your parents?

*She looks at him.*

Zya: You see... Pappa ... Pappa didnt want me at all really... He was a good man but drugs ruled his life and drugs are the things that took his life. Momma, she was a wonderful women but you see Pappa owed money to many people and so when he died they wanted Momma to pay off their debts... She couldnt do that cause money was tight and we depended upon Pappa to bring in money. Well on the day I turned 13 , I found her dead in her bed.

*She smiles with tears coming down her face*

Zya: There was no cake... There wasnt anything but a dead mother in the bed... Both Momma and Pappa didnt care for me so they just left me alone...

*He whipes her tears off her cheeks gently*

Chris: And no one else could take you in?

*She shakes her head and opens the door to her makeshift house. When they stepped inside it was pretty spacious, everything seemed to be steady, there was a bed, blankets, books, backpack, clothes, mainly the basics.*

Zya: I can make another bed if ya want

Chris: Thank you... You did all this?

Zya: Ah yea you'd be surprised what nature has for resources but I have some extra blankets in that corner over there

*She points to the corner with a stack of blankets*

Chris: Do you think we can share the bed?

*She smiles*

Zya: Sure its big enough

Chris: Thanks

*She sits down on the bed*

Zya: Well tell me more about you

Chris: I uh... Im just me?

Zya: Fair enough

*She curls up under the covers.*

Zya: We should sleep for tomorrow

Chris: Why?

Zya: Haha because we have a lot to do and we need a lot of sleep silly

*He nods and gets in the bed with her. He feels this odd feeling of security near her and it puzzles him... He notices that she's sleep and he wonders if she really is his guardian angel... Both under the covers, he snuggles up close to her, holding her close to him so he can feel this warmth thats been given to him. Soon he falls asleep and awakes to the smell of eggs and fish. Hoping out of bed he goes outside to see Zya preparing breakfast.*

Chris: Morning

Zya: Ah morning!~ How'd you sleep?

*She gets up and hands him a plate of eggs and bits of fish*

Chris: Surprisingly great

*She smiles at him as he starts to eat.*

Zya: Im glad but sorry for not having forks yet... Not many people throw out silverware these days but Im trying to make my own and its not going out to great

Chris: Heh you've already done enough~

Zya: Really? You're feeling better than yesterday?

Chris: Yea

*He kisses her forehead and she blushes a bit*

Zya: Y-You can wash up in the lake, the water stays clean but when winter comes we have to store a few buckets of water just in case

Chris: Alright

*He finishes his plate and sets it down next to her empty plate.*
Chris: Hey how bout we go out after I finish getting ready?

Zya: Sure

*Zya cleans up everything while he washes up. She thinks back to when she first met him. He looked like a kid, well he is a kid but a teen, and he looked as if the devil set his eyes on another victim... Zya, she isn't a religous person due to her childhood but she still believes in God and the Devil... Weird huh? Well Chris, he finished cleaning up and Zya was done with her tasks. They set out for a walk in the woods*

Chris: Soo you basically live here?

Zya: Yep

Chris: Seems like a nice place to live

Zya: Yea the nature can be quite soothing sometimes

Chris: Heh true

Zya: So tell me what are your parents like

*He looks up at the clear blue sky*

Chris: They're strict... My mom is all about the grades and my dad is all about sports... I mean I like football but its not my thing and even if I brought a B home, my mom seemed to want more from me... Yea I was gifted at school but I was living a lie.. Playing football was my lie, my grades were my torture, and my parents were my puppets... So the day I said no to them, they threw me out

*She looks at him*

Zya: I see but Im sure there was a reason... There's always a reason for your actions

*He looks at her*

Chris: Ya know you're quite positive to be so young

*She smiles and his heart skips a beat*

Zya: And you're quite serious to be so young too

Chris: Heh you have a point there

Zya: I know but if you could live your life the way you wanted then how would you live it?

Chris: Free... Free to make my own decisions and maybe in the future change people's lives , you?

Zya: Me? Well I want to go into the medical field and own a bakery shop

Chris: Bakery?

Zya: Yep! I want people to smile when they eat something sweet

*She smiles and Chris's heart speeds up even faster*

Zya: Even on the gloomiest days I want sweets to cheer people up!~

*Looking into Zya's eyes he can see that the past still haunts her... It must have been hard on her... On that very day she turned 13...*

July 29, 2000

*Awoke in a dark room, the house was quiet today, Zya wondered if Momma was planning to surprise her. Out of the bed she heads to the kitchen, no surprise, and opens the fridge, no cake. Looking around she see's that there's no one up and its 4:30pm... Why did she sleep in so late? She usually didnt sleep in this late and the same goes for Momma. Heading towards her Mother's room, she gets this uneasy feeling...*

Zya: Momma?

*Peaking into her Mother's room, there's a light on beside her bed... She hates it when the light is on so why was it on today? Slowly walking towards the bed her bare feet feels something warm... Zya looks down to only see some sort of liquid under her feet... What was it? How did it get here? She looked at her mother's bed and climbed on it, squishy, and shook her mother*

Zya: Momma?

*No answer*

Zya: Momma wake up

*Still no answer and she realizes that water was never red... She always say water as green or blue but thats about it... So why was this water red? Slowly pulling the cover off her mother, Zya saw something that would normally screw up anyones mind... Her mother's head was not attached to he body, he mothers arms and legs were cut into pieces... The head of her mother had no eyes and her tongue was cut... Her momma died on her 13th birthday... Was this some sort of gift or was it some sick dream? Yes she would wake up soon and this would all be over! Minutes passed and she never woke.. Zya realized that the woman lying in this bed was her mother and her mother was with her no more.*

Zya: Momma...

*Chris notices that Zya is looking at him in a weird way*

Chris: What?

Zya: Nothing you went silent for a minute there and I was worried

*Chris pulls her close to him*

Chris: No need to worry~

*She smiles. As the days go by, it seems as a normal life to Chris. They laugh, they argue, and she even has him studying! Life couldnt get any better than this but he was realizing that his heart was skipping beats near her and her touch seemed to set his skin on fire. What was happening to him? This wasnt normal at all but yet it was happening and it was happening to him... Did Zya have the same reactions to him as he did to her? He couldnt her out at all when it came to feelings... She was like a shell who had lost its soul... It's been 3 weeks since they've been together and today seems like a gloomy day... The sky is grey, the sun looks like coal, and the wind seems to be picking up. So now they have to stay inside so they can avoid the chaos.*

Chris: Hey Zya

Zya: Hm?

Chris: How come you never talk about your other family members?

Zya: I could say the same to you

Chris: I dont really know them at all... Kinda a single child here

Zya: Mm well I did have a brother

Chris: Oh and where is he?

Zya: The grave, he was stillborn

Chris: I-I see and your mother didnt try for another baby?

Zya: She tried but in the end she couldnt have any more kids

Chris: Well how bout your other family members?

Zya: Ah my aunt... She's alive yea but she's abusive... I would rather live here than live with her

Chris: Mm...

*She looks at him*

Zya: What?

Chris: Nothing you just seem...

Zya: Lonely?

Chris: Yea something like that

*She feels a pain in her chest that almost relates to a stab*

Chris: I mean you have family and all and Im sure some are scattered but they could of helped you

*Another stab*

Chris: You should of went to them for guidance atleast

*Zya stands up*

Zya: Excuse me for not wanting to pester them! My aunts are all drug addicts! You act as if you know every bloody answer to my problems!

Chris: W-Wait

*Before he can say anything else she runs off and disappears into the woods.*

Chris: I didnt mean to...

*Chris sighs and runs after her. After a few minutes of chasing after her, he finally catches up. A crack of thunder is heard then heavy rainfall follows behind it.*

Chris: Cmon lets go home

*She shakes her head*

Chris: Look I didnt mean to hurt you nor did I mean to offend you but please we need to go home

*She doesnt answer him*

Chris: Fine..

*He walks towards her and picks her up then starts heading back home*

Chris: Look... I know this world is tough... I know people are corrupted by their demons, yea I get that a lot but the past is the past and your family is still your family... I get that they hurt you, I get that they turned their backs on you but dont hold it in... You're only destroying yourself in the process...

*Zya clings to Chris's drenched shirt.*

Zya: Wonder who taught you that...

*He smiles*

Chris: Learned from the best

*Safe from the rain they're home now and its pretty warm. Chris set Zya down on the bed and made sure she didnt catch a cold but she did... It was light but he could tell she caught something, if not a cold then something. Making her change into a warm blanket and turning in early for today, he made sure she got her rest. He to did the same but the next day she had a high fever.*

Chris: How are you feeling?

Zya: G-Good

*He feels her forehead then dabs a bit of water on her.*

Chris: How's the water feeling?

*No answer*

Chris: Zya?

*He notices that she fell asleep*

March 3, 1996

*A short young man is on the street selling drugs.*

Will: Man... This has to be the slowest night

*Ignoring the feeling to go home, he notices a car stop in front of him. Four people come out, 2 black and 2 white, all built. Will regreting the fact that he didnt go home to his little girl is about to robbed once more... If he doesnt sell this batch then he'll be screwed... Young and stupid is how he describes himself... The tallest dude brings out a bat, the next a metal battle, the last 2 some needles. " Move " dammit... MOVE! Will's legs were stuck in place, stunned by the scene the he foresaw... In a blink of an eye Will was on the cold, hard concrete with his legs broken... The 2 dudes with the bat had beaten his legs till they heard a snap... But his torture wasnt over yet... The 2 guys with the needle injected something into him, Will's vision blurred, his whole world was spinning and more of that stuff was put into him... He didnt know how much but soon his brain shut down and he was no longer alive... It was the next morning for Zya and Chris. Chris woke up first but Zya was still laying there and her fever had gotten worse...*

Chris: Zya?

Zya: Hmmm...

*He feels her forehead and realizes that she must of caught something more serious*

Chris: We have to get you to the hospital...

*He picks her up and starts walking towards civilization*

Zya: Ya know...

*She coughs and Chris walks a little faster*

Zya: The past is truly the past but the present is truly something bright in all our futures...

Chris: True

Zya: Heh...

*She clings onto his shirt. Realizing that she caught something more than a cold, she can feel that her body cant fight this off... Even though his body was warm, she could still feel her body loosing its warmth... Her time was near and to think she never told her how she felt toward's Chris... How would she tell him? She barely had the energy to speak... Suddenly an idea clicked in her head.*

Zya: Chris

Chris: Hm?

Zya: You are truly a wonderful man... Im sorry but...

*Slowly rising up she kisses his cheek. This was the first time that she ever kissed his cheek on her own free will and with that she took her last breath and passed away...*

Chris: Zya?
*No answer*

Chris: H-Hey wake up!

*He looks at her with a pleading look. Nothing... Her body was lifeless, her eyes open, and a small smile was on her face as if that was the last thing she wished for him to see.*

Chris: Zya...

*Knowing that he couldnt walk around with a dead girl in his arms he thought of place that she would of loved to be burried. She always loved the nature and she always seemed to smile when it came to flowers. So he walked and he walked till he found the perfect field of flowers in the woods... Laying her down, he gathered different types of flowers, even the ones that were dying... Slowly he covered Zya in flowers of many colors. It fit her, this type of burial, she was a girl who was unexpected. Chris said his last prayers and walked back home.*

Chris: Love you Zya...

*With that he was home. Everything around him smelled of his lover... Days went on and he expected her to be outside cooking the usual, eggs and fish bits, for breakfast but she never came back and Chris had to realize that she was gone and she was never coming back... The bed seemed cold and hard instead of warm and comforting... His baths were lonely and depressing and his heart felt as if it were torn between life and death... Chris couldnt live without her and on this very day he decided to end his suffering... He thought of a way to die and came up with poison. It was easy yes but he would need something instant. Snakes were a good source a poison so he set out for one. Heh just his luck, he found a perfect snake that had the perfect ending that he needed.*

Chris: Come here little snake...

*Capturing the snake he headed to Zya's burial. The flowers didnt die yet... Weird... These flowers have no roots but yet they're alive... Letting his curiousity pass him bye, he let the snake bite him.. Not once not even twice but a few times he let the snake sink its fangs into his skin... The poison acted fast and it spread throughout his body without hesitation... Now he lays ontop on Zya's grave in peace...*

God: Pitiful souls who kill themselves always seem to go to hell...

*This is heaven... Zya knows that Chris has died and she gets that he must go to hell for his sin but it wasnt fair... She ran out knowing that it was going to rain so it wasnt his fault! Stepping up to the man who holds in his vicious anger, she speaks up*

Zya: Who are you to call them pitiful souls?

*No answer comes from " God " *

Zya: Some people kill themselves because they've been bullied, hurt, or maybe even betrayed!

*Still no answer*

Zya: Don't call the souls who have suffered a lot pitiful when you know yourself the true meaning of suffering!

*God looks at the child who is speaking at him*

God: Oh? Havnt you suffered enough?

Zya: It doesnt matter how much pain Im in, I will hold out my hand for anyone who needs it!

God: Like you did to Chris?

*She nods*

God: Even when he has killed himself?

*She nods again. God thinks this over... Sometimes its best to be forgiven... So with that God brought up his soul and nothing more*

God: Are you willing to trade places with him even though you've suffered more than him?

Zya: Yes

God:... Even if it means an eternity of " Misery "

Zya: Yes

* Looking at the child he created, he feels as though human kind has not yet effected this young child... She was young when she died and she was young when she suffered...*

God: You child are an angel thats unexpected... I have listened to your pleas and I have made my decision

*Chris's body appears with his soul inside*

God: In exchange... Both of you will be reborn but you , Zya, will have a weak heart. Do you accept this deal?

Zya: Yes

*God taps his staff and they are both reborn. Zya she was born with a weak heart and Chris was born with a strong heart. They were not born as brother or sister... They had different parents but this time they were put into families of love and kindness. You're wondering if they ever found each other? Well of course they did!~ Both of them went into the field of medicine, Zya opened up her dream bakery, and Chris is saving lives in the hospital! Heh they're married now and ya know, sad stories can have unexpected endings!~*

The End~