The Demise of Aria Clark

Have you ever been in a situation where the success of a big project worth like say, 25% of your grade point average, and the final part completely depends on your partner? And then... And then that aforementioned partner fucks up big time? Well, even if you haven't, I imagine that you can picture the feeling. The boiling magma of anger, the bittersweet scent of regret, all combined with a spice of self-loathing.

'Why? Why did I leave it all in the hands of this idiot??!'

Now, I personally have never been in this situation. In fact, it was all one big fat metaphor in order to bring you closer to the sheer anguish I suffered. How did I suffer you ask? Well to put it simply, I died. I died because I left my life in the hands of someone I never should have.

What did they do? They killed me. Maybe because of love, or perhaps under-diagnosed mental disorders. Although, I suppose it would be better blamed on my misplaced trust, my trust in their decency as a human being. Who knows in this world? In any case, I died and this is how it happened.

"Hey, Aria! Do you mind coming to that new cafe that opened up recently? I.. I realized that I was overreacting with the whole Timothy deal. I'd like to give my amends if at all possible."

I looked up from my mountain-like pile of homework and realized that Vanessa, the really, really, popular one was talking. And... That same Vanessa was admitting she was wrong?? I quickly rubbed my eyes and for good measure lightly slapped my cheek. Nope, not a dream... Which means that... I quickly looked up at her looking for any obvious differences. There are always doppelganger twins out there in the world. Well, that detestable beauty mark is in the same place, her hair is the same, and she's wearing that vain outfit that she never (never!) takes off. Holy smokes, it's the evil diva in the flesh!

"Umm, Aria did you hear me?"

"Uh, yeah I did. Sorry. So why can't you tell me here?"

There's no telling what this bugger plans to do, she may go all yandere on me. Although, I doubt it. She wasn't that infatuated with Timothy. This girl has like ten different crushes all at the same time.

"I don't think the librarian wants us talking even more than we have already."

I turn my head immediately to see the librarian absolutely fuming. And Ms. Lovatto fuming is not. a. good. thing. For even the smallest of offenses, she once threw a kid in detention for a week! A week! All the kid did was chew gum too loudly. Looking up at Vanessa, I took her offer. After all, the whole yandere thing only happens in anime. (I tuned out the part of my mind that screamed 'Death Flag!', yeah right.)

"Yeah, that's a good idea. I do not want detention for two weeks."

I didn't know at the time that indeed, there are some people willing to go very far for love. Even committing the most treasonous sin of all. Murder.

"Uhh, Vanessa I'm pretty sure that that's the way to the new cafe. Just saying."

I spun my finger in a way that suggested a U-turn. As I took in my surroundings again, I confirmed that yes, this was the incorrect way to the cafe. If we continued now this route we'd eventually get to the cemetery. She really couldn't be going all yande-

"Haa, Aria you're simply much too perceptive. You could have gotten a painless death if you simply hadn't opened that wretched mouth of yours."

I slowly looked down and was stunned both figuratively and literally. There was a stun gun lodged in my chest. Furthermore, it was the illegal kind, the one charged with enough watts to kill. A second later after that realization, my world was filled with pain. 11 watts of pure electricity coursed through my body eventually making a home in my heart. That location was practically guaranteed to be fatal. Minutes later, my brain would run out of oxygenated blood and, and it would d-die. Killing me along with it. As I coughed up my crimson wine-like blood, I turned to look Vanessa dead in the eye.

"W-was Tim t-that... big o-of a d-eaal?"

"..... Tim!....Love.....Destined.. to... You... Any last words~?"

At that moment my mind was clear and I knew what to do.

"Killing me doesn't mean he'll lo..ve.. you... ret..ard! How... do you.. feel Miss Mur..d..er?"

I am still quite proud of myself with those last words. I know, I know, I'm dead and the thing I'm worried about is whether my last words were cool or not. Well, I suppose that what Mr. Marx said, in the end, was correct.

"Last words are for fools who haven't said enough." (Karl Marx)

In the end, I'm still a fool after all.