One night, i decided to go to my school and walk around. I needed to think. My sister, Gerard, just got killed by rabid dogs on the same hill i was walking on (the hill next to our football field). Suddenly, a man with long black hair and hazel eyes walked up to me. He told me to follow him... he was going to show me a cool hide-out. We walked down the hill into a shack. He stood behind me and i heard two click- bang sort of noises. I fall to the ground. My head was hurting. I woke up and hour later to see that both of us had been shot. I shut my eyes and next thing i know...im in hell. Now, i am Satan's right hand man...Gerard being his left. Me and my sister were finally reunited. Now, eveyday we haunt that hill. At my funeral, they sung Helena. At that point, I was damn proud of myself. Since Gerard's rabid death happened only a day before mine, our wakes and funerals were on the same day. When i saw Gerard in hell, a sudden stroke of happiness occured. I knew finally, we would rest in peace...together...