True Love

         Who am I? Better yet, where am I and how do I get out?
         I'm soaked in a sticky red liquid and the source seems to be a gash in my side. I sit up trying to remember anything really. I realize the red stuff is blood. And a little more thinking leads to the assumption that I am in a garage. The cars are covered by tarps and dirty sheets.
         I use a stack of boxes to pull myself up. I go over to a door and try the handle, its locked. The windows have boards covering them and over the boards are bars so I don't bother trying.
         It appears the garage doors are rusted shut but for the time being its my only possibility. But of course these doors do not open either. My wound is becoming unbearable and I know I need medical attention, but due to the current situation it doesn't seem possible. I decide I will have to use my resources to survive. I know I have to try.
         Pained, I walk to the closest covered vehicle and tear the cloth to create a bandage. I sink down to the floor at the sight of multiple bones  in puddles of dried blood. Squeaking fills my ears, but I'm to scared to do anything about it. I recall being in the bathroom brushing my teeth and hearing this noise. I had froze but I think I screamed. The mouse scurried in and I ran out.
         A rat ran past me and to the pile of bones. It picked up a piece of rotting flesh and shoved it in its cheeks. As it ran back it noticed me and slowly walked towards me sniffing as it went. I acted as if I were dead and it climbed on me cautiously. Before I freaked out I snatched it off my leg and through it at the concrete wall. The squeaking in the background stops and I rush the rodent corpse and pick it up feeling pretty proud. But I have nothing to cook it with. Eating it raw will be a last resort because I feel confident I can  find a lighter or maybe some matches.
         I look through the boxes I used for support and don't find any thing useful. A walk to the back just brings me a pocket knife and nothing more. I fall in defeat and skin the rat with the knife. Reluctantly I bring the foul smelling thing to my lips and tear off a chunk. Its blood fills my mouth and for a second I think I might vomit, but I manage to force it down. Unsuccessfully, I try to imagine its a nice juicy steak that fills my stomach.
         The next morning I wake up and look up at the ceiling, its falling apart. Few shafts of sunlight fill the air and I'm sure even if I did get up there I would fall through. I wonder how the rats got in but where ever they came from is probably a tiny hole to small for me.
         The air is dry and I am extremely thirsty so I can't think about escaping right now. There's a sink but it has no plumbing running up to it. I search the cars and trucks and finally find a water bottle in a rusty orange truck. Its gone in seconds, despite the taste which I can assure you was not good. The next second I'm throwing up a mix of water, rats blood, and my blood. I wipe the mixture off my face only to puke again. I lay down in the bed of the truck and instantly fall into a deep sleep.
         When I wake up a mist is falling from a hole directly above me. Then I realize that's my name, Misty Greene. This brings on more and more memories, my birthday, my age (14 years old), my first bike, my first kiss. It also reminds me how I got here.  A man kidnapped me in my own house. He duct tapped my mouth and blindfolded me, next thing I knew I was here. The last thing I remember was the man removing his mask and saying to himself “She's as good as dead now”, and “She's the worst mistake I ever made”. He also said “to bad her mom died of cancer, and I had to put up with her for so  long”. His face was familiar but I couldn’t quite place him.
         After a while of thought I wiped a tear from my eye. I knew it was my step father, and I knew he hated me, but I never thought he would go this far.
         I found a bucket and placed it under one of the holes in the ceiling to collect fresh drinking water. By now my make-shift bandage was soaked through and needed to be changed. So I carefully pulled it off, not wanting to reopen the cut, and applied a new one. After that I was left with nothing else to do since I did not hear or see any more rats. I decided to count the raindrops that fell into the bucket.
         I was at one million, thirty three thousand, nine hundred and ninety nine when I died. My breathing had slowed around a million. But now I hovered by my corpse wondering what I would do next. I have heard stories about how the deceased saw a light but none came.
         After waiting for hours nothing happened, no light, no angel of death, maybe heaven forgot about me. So again I waited... and I waited, until a rattling came from the door. Moments later a paramedic ran in carrying a crowbar.
         He knelt beside me  and checked my pulse, but when he found none he just got up and walked away. For a minute I thought he wouldn't return but he did, and with him he brought a team of police, more paramedics, and some reporters. Also a blonde boy with blue eyes that some how resembled a spring with a endless supply of clear, crisp water. He was my age, maybe a little older, and he was gorgeous.
         The boy walked near a police officer. Occasionally the officer would say things such as “If you want to be a police man Jacob, you have have to get used to the bodies”. By “bodies” he meant dead people and that rubbed me the wrong way but I'm not sure why.
         Jacob had been avoiding my corpse but now he looked. He walked right towards me. Jacob got down kissed my lips, and picked up the knife I used to skin the rat and dug it into his wrist before anyone could stop him. The gorgeous boy's body now lies next to mine and his spirit rises. It's a beautiful thing to see, the dead body shimmers then the soul was ejected.
         Jacob took my hand and we walked off into the light, and I realized at that moment not even death could separate true love.