Come Back to Me

Mariah: I cried once you know, a real hard cry too. I don't cry often either. But I did. HEH, he died. (tries to hold in tears) I trembled when I saw him lying there motionless. You know, I thought it was an April Fools Day joke. Him acting dead and all. He had to get me back and all. I chuckled at him, 'This is funny you know, yeah you got me, you can cut it out now. I take things so seriously don't I? Go on wake up. Wake up.(say trembling) Please, you're scaring me. I'm sitting here waiting for you and you want to see how long this can last? Well I'm out!' I screamed at him. I began to walk away when I turned back and told him I didn't mean it. I rushed to him as fast as I could and hugged his body tenderly. I know he was gone but I couldn't believe it. I loved him so dearly! My Jared! Gone forever, I thought we were going to get married after high school. It wasn't just a "fling" it was more than that. It was love! But I still held him tightly underneath me. 'Why did you kill yourself? I mean was I not enough for you? Did I not give out enough? No, it couldn't be me! Was it the family, friends, the people who teased you, me? Couldn't you have stayed long enough for me, for us? I'm sorry what I said, I said you were awful and you should die for not putting enough time for us. But I didn't mean it! I didn't think you'd take it seriously! I shouldn't of said such an awful thing, wait hang on my love, I must call the ambulance' I did so, maybe too calmly. So I hung to him and kept repeating myself, 'What ever you do, come back to me, come back somehow or another, come back, come back.'1