Memories Once upon a time, I was a little girl who lived in a beautiful house near the sea. I lived with my mother and father and my older brother Darren. We'd go down to the beach every Sunday and build sandcastles together. We'd sit and play Snakes And Ladders in the evenings while the TV was on in the background. My mother would tuck me into bed every single night and sing me a lullaby. I remember it so well: "Falling into the dream world Making sure I won't be disturbed Configuring #life to be beautiful And making the bad go away." That was 10 years ago. Now, it's too late to make the bad go away. All because of one person. Next to my house was a little shop called "Martha's Hut". Martha, who ran the shop, was a lovely woman who always gave us discounts on everything we bought for no reason. She had a son called Oliver: he was the same age as me and we grew up together. Oliver looked like his mother, with his sapphire eyes and thin rouge hair. We spent our entire childhood together, as we were both quite unlikable characters through primary school. Then, we started high school. Oliver changed from a boy to a man in so little time, while I was still a girl. He became popular and gained several girlfriends. He spent his time in school socialising with his new friends, but the moment we left the school grounds he was with me. We were the best of friends and did everything together. He'd ask for my advice, I'd ask for his, and we'd laugh over nothing. I never wanted our friendship to die. We reached our final year of high school and it was prom night. He came round and helped me sort my hair out, even though he was going to be my "date". I remember sitting on my bed while he was playing with my hair saying "I bet you'll look beautiful with your dress on". I remember blushing at this and smiling. He'd always compliment me as a friend would, but never had he called me beautiful. The time preparing flew by and we were suddenly there in a huge hall with 200 more seniors. I was in my velvet indigo dress, with Oliver beside me in a similar coloured suit. People would stare at us, then as soon as we looked over they'd turn away. For the first time, I felt like I was a princess, and Oliver was my prince. The night went on smoothly, with Oliver talking to some of his friends while I was with mine. As we spent time apart, we often glanced at each other. Whenever he looked at me, I could see flirtatiousness in his eyes. I felt warm inside, as if I wanted him to take me away right now. So I walked over to him. He took my hand and we walked straight out of the door. Before I knew it, I was about to die. He'd taken me to an abandoned hut on the beach that he apparently took his old girlfriends to secretly. No one knew about the hut's existence, he said so we wouldn't be disturbed. I'd fallen head over heels for him, and he was taking me to be alone with him. I didn't know what was coming, but I was too in love to care. When he parked up, we got out and he pushed me against the car. He leant forwards and pressed his lips against mine. They were smooth and loving. I knew what was going to happen in that hut. He kept kissing me until he suddenly pulled me away by my hand. He was taking me to the hut. It was 2 minutes walk, not even that, and we were outside of it. He pulled out a key from his blazer pocket and unlocked the door. Before he opened it, he opened his arms and held me close to him. "This is it," he whispered sweetly. "Is there anything you want to say first?" "I don't know, but I love you." I replied quietly as he kissed me again. He took my hand and opened the hut door. He led me through a little corridor into a room which was very well lit and clean. A mattress lay on the floor with candles around the sides. On the other side of the room was a huge cupboard. I wondered what was in there, but I presumed clothes of his or whatever. Oliver held me close and stared into my eyes. "I bring all my girlfriends here, but then I never see them again afterwards." He seemed sad. "Why not?" I asked, holding him tighter. "I don't know, I just guess they use me. So I get them back." He was a bit more sinister now. "I didn't realise you were a revenge type of guy." I said truthfully - he'd always been the sweet forgiving character. "Usually I'm not, but if someone really annoys me, I have to. Take Katie Long for an example: she was loud, repetitive, and stupid. So I asked her out on a date. She came and I got to know her. We went on 3 more, where we got closer and closer. On the fifth one, I picked her up and brought her here. An hour after we arrived, we were on that mattress." he pointed to the mattress. "Guess what we did." "I don't want to be talking about your exes, I just want to spend the time with you." I sighed. "You would of guessed wrong anyway. Yeah, we did it, but she didn't get to see the end." I felt sick. "Why?" "Because she was dead. She died. How? Because I killed her." He slid out of the hug and held my two hands. "I killed her. I was violent, aggressive, cruel... and she fell for me. As did all my other ex girlfriends. Tell me, since I'd broken up with a girl, have you seen them again?" I was scared because I knew this was the truth. "No, I've seen none of them." "Exactly; because I took them all here and killed them all, because they loved me. I fooled them with my sweet, loving character. Girls fall for it so easily." "Am I going to die?" I was shaking in horror. "Maybe, you could be an exception. But I doubt you'll manage to persuade me not to kill you. It's who I am, what I've done all my #life. I killed my father, my siblings, all my ex girlfriends, a couple of teachers here and there. And now, I have to decide whether to add you to my list." He held me to him again lovingly. "What is this? What have I done?" I said, trying to pull out of his hold. He was too strong and didn't budge. "You've loved me. You've been there for me all your #life. You've tried to do your best for me. No matter what trouble I got into, you'd always be there to pull me out." He smiled. "And I loved you. You're the first person I've ever actually loved." "So because I'm a nice person, you've brought me here to die. Because you fell in love with me, you're going to kill me. Oliver, that doesn't make sense." "It doesn't make sense, you're right. However, my father told me I'll never be able to love anyone because of how I kill everyone who loves me. But I fell for you." He sighed. "Wait, so you're here with me to kill me even though you love me?" I asked him and he nodded. "Well, don't kill me! We can be together, we can go away if you want. We can escape and be alone, away from your murderous activities. You don't need to worry anymore." "The thing is, I wanted to kill you. I want to watch you scream and cry while I'm digging a knife into you. I want to watch you struggle while I pin you down and carve my name into your body. I want to watch you suffer while I try and pleasure myself. I've never wanted to torture someone as much as I desire to torture you." He paused. "But I don't want you to go. I don't want to leave you." "Oliver, you're a psychopath. If you kill me, I'm gone. At least let me die happy." "Well, you're going to be the first person to not die alone." He kissed my lips tenderly. "Because I'm going to come with you." "You're going to die with me?" I asked. "Yes." He held my waist. "You will die happily. You will die in my arms and then I will die too. Once you've gone, watch me. I will kill myself to be with you." "Can we not just live?" I was begging. "I want to spend the rest of my #life with you, but you just want to destroy my body and leave my soul alone." "Until I die too, then our souls can unite and we can be together for the rest of forever." He looked into my eyes. "I've never had to make this decision before. I love you." "So let me live!" I cried. "Let me live to see my brother get married. Let me see him have a family. Let me have a family. If we live, we can have a family together! Please Oliver!" "It's too late. This hut only opens when somebody dies. One person must die for the other to be released. So you have to go." "If I didn't love you so much, I would of killed you myself by now because of how sick you are." I said it and I meant it. "Kill me then. Be free yourself." He paused and looked into my eyes severely. "But you'd regret it." "Kill me then." I said quietly. "You mean it?" He seemed shocked. "Yes. Kill me. But make me die happily." I didn't want to say that, but it was too late to turn back. I had to die now. "Your wish is my command," he winked at me. "Oh, I've always wanted to watch you die..." An hour later, we both lay on the mattress under a thin sheet. I wasn't dead; in fact, I'd never felt so alive. I lay in his arms that held me securely. I glanced over and saw my dress lay on the floor with Oliver's suit. There we were, lay on the mattress, together for the last time. "I hope you can die happy now." He whispered, kissing my cheek. "I know I can because you're coming with me afterwards." I smiled and held him closer. "Are you ready?" He asked me. I nodded slowly. I watched him get off the mattress and walk to the cupboard. He got himself a dressing gown and a tool box. I sat up as he brought them over. "What's in the box?" I asked him. "Your death." He replied. He said it in the most unthreatening way possible. The box was opened and he pulled out a knife. It wasn't a huge knife, but it was bigger than the ones my parents had in the kitchen. I noticed it had a heart on the knife's blade that looked like it had been painted on with blood. I shivered. He pulled out a carving knife too. "What will you do to me?" I whimpered. "You'll find out," He grinned and pulled his dressing gown off. He put the toolbox to the side of the mattress and he climbed on top of me. "I love you, my beautiful best friend." The rest is a blur. I remember pain. I remember screaming out his name. I remember leaving my body and watching him stare at it. He touched my #lifeless lips and kissed them with more passion than I'd ever seen in him. He knew I was watching. He looked up and said "I'm sorry I lied to you." He didn't move from my body. He didn't cry or scream or even smile; he was completely emotionless for about an hour. Then he stood up and looked around the room. "I have something to tell you. I lied. I never loved you. I never wanted to spend my #life with you. I made you bright and then drained it away, and that's what I'm born to do. So wherever you are now, I hope you're happy. Live the #life I could never give to you. Forget about me." I was taken away: my soul forced to another place away from Oliver's evil. I wasn't alone at first, as I was put with other victims of Oliver. I met his father, his ex girlfriends, and his older brother Jacob. I spent time with them for a year, but then I was told to move on alone. So I did. And here I am now; alone in the cold, alone in my grief. Oliver was still in the world, pretending to be a charmer until he made someone love him. And I was in the clouds, alone with only my memories.