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Murdered (A Jonas Brothers Scream Story) Chapter 74

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Published on Jan 24, 2010

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Nick's POV
The stars started coming out overhead and as we were getting ready for bed, the little girl blabbers about some information that applies to the timing.
"We don't actually have to sleep. It's more off holding onto traditions of life. I like to sleep, its relaxing."
I brush away the new layer of snow next to my grave so that I can sleep on the ground, a thought comes into my head, "Why is it that when you get a short amount of time in earth, you have to sleep, but when your going to be dead forever, you don't need it. We are going to be dead forever, right?"
"Of coarse we are. What did you think? We were going to live again? Or die a second time to a place with no heaven? Well actually, some people do live again, but its rare. No normal people like us would get the honor."
I like her saying normal, even though I know I'm not, but I don't think I'm the type of not normal she is talking about. I lay down, the top of my hairs brushing my grave. The little girl lays down next to me, our backs facing each other.
"And we don't feel cold. I bet you figured that out already, along with no dirt, no wetness, no hunger, and no sickness. People cant just go around with the disease they died with. Or diabetes like you, we have blood, but we don't need it. You still get highs and lows, but it doesn't affect you."
"Yep," I'm starting to fall into the useless sleep.
"You know whats strange. Who I got to be the death angle of, its kind of funny really."
I'm already half asleep and not listening to her.

The next morning I wake up to a little girl shrieking, I bolt strait up, "What?"
"There are so many people here!" She giggles.
"Uhh yeah..." It's nothing new to me.
"Lucky! You can watch all these people. How did you ever get bored? Oh I like her hair," she runs up and starts playing with a girls hair.
"Don't do that."
"Why not?" She turns to look at me, her head cocks to one side.
"It's rude."
"No it's not. She just thinks its the wind," the little five year old states.
"But it's still rude, girls hate it when the wind catches their hair."
"How would you know?"
"Have you ever watched one try to get their hair out of their face when it was really windy?" I ask.
"Yes, I hate that!" She brushes her fingers through her own blond hair.
"Exactly."
"Oh, right," she puffs her cheeks out in defeat.
"Besides, they get boring after the first month or so, they all do the same thing. Occasionally one brings a computer, but I only get to watch what they watch. They play music, and sometimes it's not me but bands that they know I like."
"So that's who's playing! You're a famous singer, now I get why all these girls are here. What band are you in?" she runs up dances around my feet.
"I am... was in the Jonas Brothers," my shoulders slump. She either doesn't notice, or doesn't care.
"Dumb name."
"Hey!"
"It's true," She puts on an angry face.
"Is not."
"Is too." Her hands fly to her hips again.
"Not."
"Too."
"Not." I lost her attention, her eyes shoot over my shoulder and to three people walking down the hill.
"Is that?" Her voice trails off. I turn and look where she is looking.
"That's my brothers Frankie and Joe, and Joe's girlfriend Robin," I say.
"Robin..."

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