“I came to comfort you”

By: JaMeZ!

 

Disclaimer: The characters in this story are MINE! Though they are loosely based on real people [*ahem*]… please don’t steal my story! Ask first!  ^_^

 

 

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I opened my eyes to see Zach’s face peering down lovingly at me.

 

            “What happened,” I questioned him.

 

            “Dear Jacob, you have died. I came to comfort you in this time of self-grievance.”

 

            “I’m dead? How did I extinguish my flame?”

 

            “That kitchen knife you dote on,” he replied and turned up my arms to view.

 

            “How am I here if I am dead? Am I decaying?”

 

            “No, my love.”

 

I was puzzled. “Am I a ghost?”

 

            Can you walk through walls?”

 

I tried, and could not pass through without aid of a door.

 

            “What,” I pondered aloud, “am I then if I am dead?”

           

            “Can you not tell, sweet Seraph?”

 

I looked about and discovered I had porcelain white wings coming out of my back, reflecting the iridescent light off the down that covered the magnificent appendages.

 

            “I cannot move them, Zach.”

 

            “You have not learned yet.”

 

            “Are you dead too?’

 

            “Of course not. If I were, I’d be in hell.”

 

Colors danced in front of my face and around the room we resided in. Zach’s presence made my senses tickle and I shivered with sensuality when he touched my wings.

 

            “You are truly beautiful,” he exaggerated to me.

 

“I feel as if I am floating above this Earth we dwell on. Can I fly?”

 

“I don’t think so,” he said as he licked the criss-cross engravings on my pale flesh to clear them of congealed blood. Every time the flesh stretched, a cut broke open.

 

The cuts moved and twisted and formed ominous words before my eyes. They told me LIAR and DECEPTION and other such peculiar words.

 

“Why did I end my life?”

 

Zach shrugged, “Only you know.”

 

I nodded solemnly and leaned in close to my beloved’s face. He did not flinch and locked his eyes on mine. His eyes twinkled like Christmas lights and off in the distance I heard music. It sounded like a thousand voices of every pitch and tone singing out my name. I shook my head to clear my thoughts.

 

“I must me dreaming,” I muttered softly.

 

“You’ve been dead for years, sweet Jacob. Do you know why you’ve descended from heaven?”

 

I was shaken by this. “I do not remember heaven…and you have not aged, my beautiful boy Zach.”

 

“You know I am ageless. I pity you for your forgetfulness of heaven, but do you know?”

 

“Regretfully, I do not,” said I.

 

“You are here to learn what you missed out on after dying. I am to show you everything.”

 

He grasped my hand and led me to a chair, where he instructed me to sit. I did, and he set upon my lap a photo album and opened it to a page.

 

“This,” he said, pointing to a photo, “is a picture of you right after you died.”

 

I brought a hand to my mouth as I stared at the picture, wanting to vomit.

 

“See hot the flies and maggots invaded your body?”

 

I tried to get up, but an invisible force kept me strapped to the chair.

 

“This picture is of all your friends and lovers who gathered at your funeral. See how they weep over your open casket?”

 

I let loose a flood of tears and cried out incoherent prayers.

 

“Quiet, angel Jacob. In this picture are the same people from before, but a year later. They are all happy now.”

 

“Why?! Why,” I wailed.

 

“They had to move on. Now, look here, at this one. This is Bella’s baby.”

 

I quieted some. “Bella had a baby? She and Jason had a baby?”

 

“Yes,” said Zach, “they had a boy whom they call Jacob. They named him after you for they miss you so.”

 

Again I cried and tried to lave, only to be pushed down by Zach. They music I heard from before was now ominous and pounded heavily like a heart beat in my ears.

 

“I want to die again!”

 

“Shhh, Jacob, sit still. Lay eyes on this picture here, of me.”

 

“Who is with you?”

 

“My lover, Jamie, who is away right now. He is a wonderful man, my fallen angel, and has had to replace you.’

 

I screamed, for I felt as though my heart had been obliterated into nothing.

 

“WHY,” I screamed at him, “WHY DID YOU DO THAT?! HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO ME?! I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME!”

 

“I did, and I still do, but you were gone. I did not want to be alone. You should understand that more then anyone.”

 

I hated him so much right then and I wanted him to know it, so I hit him. I hit him until he stopped me and carried me to my old room. My wings knocked a lamp off the table on the way in. he laid me on the bed face down as I began to shake and weep even harder then before.

 

“Be still, lovely Jacob. You are not as in control of yourself as you believe you are. Lie still while I get you some water.”

 

I felt hot and angry and sad all over, so much so that I wanted to expel it from me, and I leaned over the bedside and did so. I was sweating through my heavenly clothes and my wings hurt my back. Zach returned and laid a cool cloth across my forehead and put a water glass to my lips. I greedily drank it all. Still I was hot and I was sweating so much…and then my wings came loose. First one, then the other fell off and floated down onto the bed. I began to scream yet again as Zach held me down.

 

“MY WINGS! I AM NO LONGER AND ANGEL!”

 

“Calm down, please, Jacob! Let me explain!”

 

I did not calm down much, but I stopped trying to run and made an effort to listen.

 

“You are not dead, my boy. Only deceived. The wings were fake – I glued them to your back, but you seemed to have sweated them off… you are overdosing some, but you should be fine in a few hours or so.”

 

“I AM NOT UNDERSTOOD!”

 

“I beg your forgiveness, lover, but you never died. You almost did, but I fixed you, gave you wings, and gave you drugs to make your mind weak and suggestive to my words. I only wanted you to see what you could have missed had you died, but you are only now worse off and tripping out. I meant only good. Forgive me, please!”

 

“Then everything is a lie?”

 

“It is!”

 

“Bella has no child, I am no angel, and there is no Jamie in your life?”

 

“There is not! Everything I spoke and showed you were lies! All the pictures were fake! Not true!”

 

I sat there, sweating still and breathing hard. I stared at my fake wings on the bed sheet and I felt so much hate. I did not know how he could do this to me.

 

“Zach…dear, sweet Zach…”

 

“Yes,” he said hopefully.

 

“…I hate you. I hope you burn in the darkest parts of hell, for I hate you with such a passion that you deserve nothing less then that. I love you no more and I am forever detached from you. Goodbye, Zach. May your personal demons be better company to you then I.”

 

And then I felt him.

 

I see him sometimes, talk to him when I left his charms seduce me, be he moved on. And I have not. I – in the end – was nothing to him, only a toy and something for him to fuck up and fuck with. And I cannot say I miss him.