[ WP ] The friendly bodysnatcher .

I'd seen this look before. Ruffled hair, crazy eyes. He stood on the edge of the cliff, and I knew what he was about to do. I floated closer to him to hear whatever this crackhead was mumbling. 
 
 `` Why would she do that to me.. why would she just.. I told her not to, I told her to stay..'' 
 
 He kicked a pebble off the cliff and out into the rumbling sea. It was quite a ways down. I figured his body would n't even be recognizable once he hit all those rocks. I wondered if anyone would even know he was gone. I could n't stand the thought of it, so I jumped in... 
 
... backed up a few feet and sat down. Why did he want to end it, anyway? Having a body and a life seemed nice, I do n't think I'd ever toss that aside. I had been wandering around since.. I do n't even really know. 
 
 They had been together for a while. Oh man, she seemed like a catch to me. Long, wavy blonde hair and piercing green eyes. He remembered her smiling a lot, and how she would blush whenever he made her laugh. But then along came the friggin' drugs. Syringes lying all over their apartment. He did n't have many memories after a while. Just little snippets of waking up on the bedroom floor, with her curled up next to him. He'd make some eggs, set a plate next to her face, and shoot up again. Boom, he was gone. 
 
 Then one morning he woke up, set some breakfast by her, shot up, woke up, and.. the food had n't been touched. How long had it been, Jesus? When was the last time he even looked at the clock? What day was it? He called 911 and she was pronounced dead on the scene. She had been dead for two days; she was dead when he served her breakfast. He was just too fucked up to notice that her skin was blue, that the eyes were starting to flatten. 
 
 Alright, back to his apartment we go. When I arrived, I set a pan on the stove and cooked some eggs. I set them on his nicest plate, and put them on his bedside table. I wanted to just lay him down and have him go to sleep, but I did n't feel like that was enough. Maybe some spring cleaning? I dug through every drawer, every cabinet, every crack in the wall and found what I believed to be all of his drugs. I went outside in his backyard, dug a hole, and buried it all. I trudged back into his room and found a post it note and a pen. I wrote a message, set it next to the plate of eggs, and jumped out. 
 
 He stood in shock and disbelief, his eyes darting around the room, trying to figure out how he got there. His eyes eventually found the eggs, and the note. I heard him start to sob as I drifted out of his room. The note was probably my best work yet. 
 
 `` I made a huge mistake. Please do n't follow me down that path. Take care of yourself, for me. -Liz''
