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|Suicide Guardian|

Chapter Six
"WHAT?" Mo screamed at me.

"You heard me," I said, crossing my arms. I could sense Jerri behind me, probably scared as hell right now.

"Those souls can't walk with the Guardians Marilyn. You know that."

"I'm going to send her back. Even if it means going to Hell." Mo just stared at me. She knew how stubborn I was, and anything short of becoming human again wouldn't stop me. Jerri was my best friend, practically my sister. She was able to fix her life and still help others fix theirs. I wasn't given that gift. I was meant to die, bleeding from the wrist in that bathroom. I was chosen.

"I'm coming with you."

"No Mohix. No. You're staying here. I'm not letting you come with us. Even if it means tying you up and locking you down." But I also knew how stubborn she was. She'd follow us anyways. And from the look in her mischievous eyes, I knew she was already planning a way to come with us.

"Fine," I said, "But we're leaving in twenty minutes. No more, no less. Don't tell anyone. Just gather what you might need. And pack light."

Mo nodded, and started to head to her room,

"Oh, and Mo," I started, as she turned around, "Thanks." 

[Hopefully it will pick up from here, and hopefully chapters won't be as short. As for readers, I think I'm just doing this right now for a few people, but please do tell others to read it. I want to become a better writer, and for that, you need readers. Also, make suggestions and comments on what you think. Thanks!]

|Suicide Guardian|

Chapter Five
I looked at the assignment , stunned. I knew this girl. I've known her almost my entire life. We were almost blood.

Jerri Jemmals.

My best friend.

I was in her living room. She was bawling her eyes out on her couch, the same pale mustard colored one I'd slept on at sleepovers dozens of times. She was a mess. Jerri had bags under her eyes, her hair was unkempt, her makeup running (which might have just been from the crying), and she looked skinny. She was normally a skinny girl, but I had a feeling if I saw her chest, I'd be able to count her ribs.  I watched as her body heaved from her sobbing. I noticed the faded lines on her arms. She'd been cutting.

"Jerri…" I said and I tried to grab her, only to watch my hand faze through her. As if feeling me, she straightened up, and got off the couch. Making her way upstairs, I know what was going to happen. I started screaming, trying to get her to stop. She has too much to live for. She has a loving boyfriend, a great family, caring friends, straight A report cards, and probably a full ride to the college of her dreams. And yet, here she was, walking to her death.

It tore at my non-beating heart as she picked up a knife and sat on her bead. I couldn't help but cry myself and scream at the top of my lungs. If you were watching your best friend commit suicide, you'd do anything to stop it, wouldn't you? Only, I knew I couldn't stop her. I couldn't reach her until she was dead. Cold. Gone. Asleep forever. Not until she had crossed over into my world.

I tried to look away, but I couldn't. There wasn't any way I'd let myself. I've seen a hundred or so do it already, and I'll watch hundreds more, yet why was this one any different?

"Because it's my fault," I whispered, as I watched her drag the black blade over her already scarred wrist. A dark line of crimson came up quickly. She must have pressed deep, because soon it was trickling down her arm and onto her bead sheet. I saw the panicked look rise up in her eyes as she jumped up and grabbed a towel from her dirty laundry. It didn't help. She started pacing, holding the towel on her wrist. Eventually, she collapsed onto her bed and I watched, tears trickling down my cheeks as her brown eyes faded. Storming over, I grabbed her shoulder and pinned her up against the wall, screaming, "WHAT THE HELL JERRI?"

She looked stunned for a second. Her mouth couldn't form words. She was shocked and I could easily tell.

"Yeah, you're dead. Look at your body Jer. Look at it. It's cold. Why'd you do it? What about Alex? College? Your parents? Harper? You had a future."

"I had nothing," she stammered, after finding her voice, "Alex and me split, Harper's scared of me, as are my parents. Nobody wanted to hang around an anorexic girl whose mind was four steps away from crazy. I was lost with out you Marilyn. Everyone took your death so hard. It was a shock. And I-"

"You couldn't take it anymore could you? Being set aside like some freak? Someone everyone had to be cautious around? It got to me to Jerri."

When I looked at her, I knew why I was taking this meeting so hard.

I was the reason Jerri killed herself. But I was going to get her back. Even if it meant going to Hell. 

[One fave so far on Chapter Three. But I had already typed this (and chapter 4) up, so I decided to post them. Thanks for reading if you are.]

|Suicide Guardian|

Chapter Four
I had just sat down in the large leather chair when I felt a pair of arms wrap around me. I could tell by the black and white nail polish who it was. Mohix, but everyone calls her Mo. She's the female Homicide Guardian. Why was she killed? For being a lesbian.

"Hey Mare," Mo said, sliding around the chair, "How was the Tri-Meet?"

"Crappy, as usual. They looked so scared, so innocent. One girl shot herself, another drowned, and the third, strangled," I sighed and looked away from her captivating green blue eyes, "This job never gets any easier, does it?"

Silence confirmed that, no, it never does. Mo had been on the job two years before me. I remember reading about her death in the paper. Made near national news. '6 Murdered Due To Sexuality' was the headline for the article. I didn't read much, just glanced at it and the pictures of the victims. It was her eyes that caught my attention, both times. One green and one blue framed by blackish-brownish-reddish hair that hung in light ringlets around her face. Her eyes seem to smile at you, pulling you into them. I would catch myself staring at the article that I had cut out, her picture included.

"I have to go log it," I sighed wistfully, getting up, "You can come if-"

I was cut off by a sharp buzzing sound coming from Mo's pocket. Another meeting. She looked at me, her eyes saying 'I'm sorry'. I gave her a hug and a quick kiss and watched her disappear from my arms. Life as a Guardian never rests.

I filled out three logs, one for each suicide, and turned them in. I was going to dinner when my box buzzed. I sighed, turned around and asked for my assignment at the log desk. When they handed it to me, I read through the details,  like normal. I will say though the assistant was shocked when I nearly fell over and had to catch myself on the counter.

[One fave so far on the last one. But I had already typed this (and chapter 5) up, so I decided to post them. Thanks for reading if you are.]

|Suicide Guardian|
Chapter Three

She was confused, I explained everything to her. Then, I did what Clarina did, and kissed her forehead. I  watched as fell to the ground, make choking sounds, and then close her eyes. I watched as her body slowly  faded away.

She probably went to the Field. Most spirits do unless they did something unbelievably bad or amazing. That's  rare though. Normally, for that, higher ranked angels deal with those.

"Congratulations," I heard Clarina say behind me as Opal's family's bathroom faded away to a plain hallway,  "You are now the Suicide Guardian."

I watched as she walked off, and disappeared. For some reason, I felt happy. I mean, I had accomplished  something I had been working on for eight or so months. But, after all, I am dealing with new souls who just  killed themselves and sometimes I have to comfort them and stuff. Some are just like 'okay' and then there's  gone. It's a really depressing job sometimes.

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It's been a little over a year and a half that I had been working as the Suicide Guardian when I had gotten the  call for a tri-meet (helping three over at the same time). Walking out of my office and down the hallway, I  entered a grayish-black room. I waited for a few minutes, when I felt the room's atmosphere change from calm to erratic and confused.

"Daughters of day, welcome." Turning around, I saw the three girls.  One was a red head, the other had black head, the third had dirty blonde. The dirty blonde had a crimson circle on her temple for the gun. The girl with black hair had crimson lips since she drowned. The red head had her hand print on her neck from strangling herself.

I looked at the with sadness, I had been in their place before: confused, scared, but seemingly happy.  I mean, I had escaped life,  but I had no idea where I was, or what really had happened. I softly spoke, saying , "You have entered the realm of Death. You don't have physical bodies anymore. You are now pure spirit. You will pass on into the Room of Judgment. There, your fate will be decided: Heaven, Hell, or Purgatory."

As I stepped towards them, I said, "Good bye daughters," and kissed their foreheads, watching them fade away into nothing. The job never, ever, gets any easier. Watching those souls who were put through hell in life, some get sent back, others left to wander a never ending Kansas field with other souls, not being able to communicate with one another, with the only thing to pass the time is memories, each and every one clarified and sharpened by death. Sometimes the Field seems to be more of a hell than Hell itself.

[Sorry about not posting in a week-ish. Haven't used my time to write sadly. If you could, please fave or comment if you're reading. If I have less than 5 readers, then I won't bother continuing this story. Which would be sad since I do like this one. I really do.]

|Suicide Guardian|
Chapter Two (Part Two)
She ripped the note out of her book and placed it on her bed next to her phone, where the new message icon was flashing. Ignoring it, she went into the bathroom and started to fill up the bathtub. As it filled up, she grabbed a belt. Once the tub was close to full, Opal turned off the water and wrapped the belt around her neck. She slid into the tub and dunked her head underwater. I watched as she tightened the belt around her neck, cutting off air supply.

I wanted to pull her out of the water and pull off the belt, but I've learned from experience that until they're dead, I can't touch them.

Time slowly ticked by, when there was a flash of black from the tub. Walking over, I reached into the water, grabbed Opal's shoulder, and pulled her spirit out of the tub.

"Opal," I said softly, looking into her eyes.

"Marilyn?" she asked, sounding surprised, "W-what are you doing her?"

My mind fluttered, going through the routine, "Welcome to death, daughter of day."



[Part Two! Working on Chapter Three AND a plot point! I don't where it will go yet though. Maybe Chapter Five. Maybe.]

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