What happens next?

Hey everyone!
This contest is for you talented writers out there! I've done something very similar to this before, and I'm doing it again because it turned out so well! I want you to write a story on what should happen after in the story I give you. But, If you want to enter, READ THE F***ING RULES OR ELSE!!!! Sorry, but in previous contests, I get people who don't bother reading the rules and it annoys me. Rules first. This is an entirely different contest to my other ones. In the sense of the rules, that is!

~Rules~
- You are allowed cusssing and swearing, but please, keep it to as much a minimum as you can!
- No sexual content, or keep that to a minimum as well
- No bashing of religion, or cultural race etc.
- There is no word limit! Hooray!!!
- Let your imagination run wild!

The story I give you is one of my more Recent ones- When You Left.

When You Left

......................Linda's story...................

"No! Matt!"

I'm sobbing over Matthew, my fragile body shaking, crouched over his. He's beneath me, covered in blood, ghostly white. I feel warm hands pull me off his body, but I don't want to leave him. I keep crying, waiting for the shot to pierce me as it did Matt. All I hear is a door slam close. Looking up, I see that the man has gone.

I sob until finally, I fall asleep. I wish for the blackness to consume me, and it does. Only for now, though.

I awaken to the sound of whispering. The dark cover ocer my eyes lifts with my heavy eyelids. I look around as my eyes focus, wishing, hoping that it was all a dream.

"Where... Where's Matt?" I ask.

"Sweetheart, he's gone..."

Warm tears sting my eyes, and I start to sob. Alarmed faces fill my vision as it blurrs, giving way to sorrow. I sit up and look around. I'm in his room. The tears flow even faster now, the sobs come out choked and uneven.

"Matthew!" I wail.

"She's okay, just give her some space," says my mother.

As they all move back from the bed, I get up and run out. I run away from the house, away from all the horrible memories. Thoughts of Matthew start to fill my head and I bawl even louder as I run. When my legs are to tired to run anymore, they collapse underneath me. I'm at a cliffside, one where we came to on our first night together. Once again, I cry and cry until the tears are gone. I ssit and stare at the sky, wanting it to consume me, taking all the hate and all the emotion out of me. Looking down, I realise that life is only short. I can't help anything. I'm useless.Then, the darkness consumes me, but doesn't kill me. It takes my emotion, my love, and most of all, my appy, loving, gentle nature. I am Lost froever...

As I arrive home, or the place I once called home, I walk straight into my bedroom. I throw myself on my bed, and lay there for what seems like an eternity. As the darkness of the night starts to lift, I close my eyes. Then open them. I sit up, not wanting to face the world today, but knowing I must. I walk dully over to my wardrobe, and find that I have black clothes stored in the back. I pull on some black skinny jeans and a black striped t shirt. I find that I have some Converse shoes in the bottom, ones tha Matt had given me, but I had never worn. I wonder why for a minute then shrug and slip my feet into them.

As I look at myself in the mirror, I see a different person than who I was on that day. Since it's only seven o'clock in the morning, I run out to the store. I decide that I want to buy some black hair dye.

Once I have made my purchase at the local shop, I return home and run straight to the bathroom. School starts at eight thirty, so I calculate my chances of having this done before then. since it's only ten past now, I'm sure I can make it. I start to put the dye in and, pulling it through my hair, I think, 'What will everyone think of me now?' Then I decide I couldn't care less.

When my hair is done, after forty five minutes, I rinse the dye out and find that my brown hair has gone a deep black. Perfect. Only one thing left to do. I pull out of the drawer my coloured contacts. Picking up the grey ones, I place them gently in over my eyes. When that's done, my transformation is complete. I look in the mirror with a blank expression on my face. Pale skin, pitch black hair, grey eyes. Perfect. I look up at the clock and realise that I have to go. I run into my room and pick up my bag off the floor. Swinging it over one shoulder, I leave the house before anyone realises that I'm gone.

When I arrive at school, I walk in the gates with my head hung down low, hair over my eyes. I had layers put in recently so it all works out nicely. I know that people are looking at me, I look too different. They must think I'm a new kid, a freak. I keep my eyes down, not letting anyone see my face.I hear footsteps come toward me.

"Crap," whisper to myself.

It's not who I think it is though. It's one of the weirdos I never take time to notice. One of the 'emos'. As he approaches me, I consider running away but think better of it. I stand still, waiting for him to stop.

"Hey, uhhh, I'm Sebastien. You look like you could use some help."

Sebastien? I've heard that name before, but never fit it to him.

"Uhh, hi, Sebastien. Yeah, I guess I'm a little lost."

He laughs. "Aren't we all."

I look up at him through my hair and see that he's actually quite friendly. He attempt to look through my hair into my eyes, but fails.

"You r voice sounds familiar. Have I met you before? What's your name?"

I panic, not knowing what to do. Should I tell him? If I don't he'll find out sooner or later. I sigh and lift my eyes, pulling my hair out of my face. I look up at him, staring at the shocked look on his face.

"I know you. Holy sh*t, Linda! What happened to you? Last I saw, you had blue eyes, brown hair and a bright smile. What the hell did you do!?"

I look away again, and he attempts to see the problem. After him guessing for about two minutes, I relent.

"Matthew. He's... he's gone.... dead."

He goes quiet, studying my face for a while.

"Sh*t, Linda. You really loved that guy, huh? Enough for his departure to leave you like... like this."

I nod mutely, not wanting to say anything. Then in an unexpected gesture, he hugs me. I'm so shocked, I drop everything. Then I realise where I know the name. Bas. He was my friend from year two. Then he kind of faded away. I bury my head in his chest and start to sob. It must look kind of weird, two emos both dressed in full black hugging in the middle of the playground. I stop crying, the tears gone, and pull away.

"Come on, w- we should go."

Bas agrees with me. We lean down to pick up my books and other crap that I dropped. He picks up something, a dark sapphire ring, and holds it out to me.

"He gave this to you?"

"Uh, yeah. It was my birthday present from a year ago."

"Hmmm."

He puts it in my hand, and I slip it on my finger. We arrive at the building, and walk into an empty classroom. Empty except for four other people. They are all sitting on the desks and greet Bas with a simple 'Hey' and look at me. I have my hair back over my face and I'm kind of glad about this since I don't want them to know who I am straight away.

"Hey, guys," says Sebastien.

I look at him sideways through my hair and see he watching the small group. I notice that they, to, are dressed in full black, one of the girls has a purple streak in her black hair.

I must have made a noise of some sort, because they look up at us standing there in the doorway. One of the girls raises oe eyebrow at Bas.

"Who's the newbie?"

"This, Clarrisa, is Linda."

My name captures their interest. They all look directly at me, trying to work it out. I sigh again and lift my head up, pulling my hair out of my face. I see Clarissa's eyes widen.

"Linda? As in Linda Jamerson? What the hell! Last I saw, you were going out with that Matt kid, you had blue eyes and brown hair! What the f*cking hell!"

I knew the reaction all to well. Every time I did something to my hair or my style, I would get something similar to that. I sigh and let my hair fall back again. They are all staring at me, wanting an explanation.

"Matthew... is gone... dead."

I choke out the last word with hatred. My voice is so quiet, not the loud, joyful, tender sound of cheerfulness it was before. They all stare at me and I hear someone say "Sh*t. Poor Linda", and "Holy crap you must've loved him so much." I sigh and walk toward them, sitting on a desk and dumping my bag and crap on another desk.

"Yeah. I miss him that much already. He died... for me..."

I think back to that day, wanting for time to reverse itself and have Matt back by my side. We sit in silence until the bell starts to ring, then I pick my things up and leave for homeroom. I'd never noticed that Clari ssa was in my homeroom, but apparently, she had always been. We talked quietly for a little bit, then I settled down to draw on my folder. I almost started crying again.

As the day passed, I got many more reactions to my transformation. I waited for the last bell to go so I could go home. Unfortunately, it took so much longer than I thought it would. I sat through the day in silence, hoping nothing bad would come, but the worst had already been. I couldn't think of a thing that would be worse than loosing Matt.