Oh jeez... I got this idea so long ago. I typed it up but I didn't post it because I thought it was stupid. I still do think it's stupid, but go ahead and read it. See if you like it.
Sara sat on the couch with her boyfriend Tim. They were watching a scary movie at his house and she kept gripping his hand, even when she wasn't too scared. In truth, she hadn't been watching the movie very much. She had been staring at Tim and wondering how this had happened. She hadn't really liked him as more than a friend before, but about a week ago he had asked her out, and something compelled her to say yes. Now she couldn't stop thinking about him. He was a shy boy, but incredibly cute, with ginger hair that covered the tops of his eyebrows and shiny amber eyes. He was tall, too, and all of Sara's friends were jealous. Sara had always thought of herself as plain, stereotypical, with long blonde hair, blue eyes, and her love for fashion.
As she stared at him she noticed him stiffen, and sighed inwardly. She wished he would just loosen up. She was his girlfriend now after all, and he was still quiet and reserved. She had been hoping for a kiss by now, but he just didn't appear to be moving at the same speed as she was. That was fine, she would wait. He looked at her and smiled. She snuggled up next to him and he put his arm around her. Her heart sang. This was the first time he had done that!
A crash sounded. Sara glanced at the TV screen, but the movie was at a calm, almost silent part. She gripped Tim's hand tighter as he leapt up. She didn't stand. "What was that?" she asked.
"I don't know, but I've seen this movie before, and there's only talking in this part. He grabbed a jacket.
"Tim, where are you going?" Sara asked frantically as he jammed his feet into a pair of sneakers.
"I'm going to see what happened." He replied matter-of-factly.
"But- But why?" Sara said. She didn't want to be left alone. She scolded herself. It was probably just… but she couldn't think of what could have made a noise like that. Almost as if a tree had been cut down, but it was ten o'clock at night. Nobody would be cutting down trees so late. She was just letting her imagination run away with her… that was it… that was all.
Tim didn't answer. He walked outside for a minute and came back shaking his head. "What was it?" Sara asked.
Tim shrugged. "I don't know. I couldn't see anything." He sat back down and they continued watching the movie.
It was almost over when headlights rolled into the driveway and a horn tooted. Sara glanced at the clock. Her dad was supposed to pick her up at eleven, it was only ten thirty. Tim stood up and got her coat for her. He walked her outside and hugged her before she got into the car. Not exactly the kiss she had been waiting for, but it was a start. She daydreamed all the way home, and she felt that she couldn't wait for the next day at school to see her boyfriend again. As she went to bed she remembered the movie and the crash. She knew she was being stupid, it was only a movie, but still, it took her a while to fall asleep.
The next day Tim wasn't in school. Sara kept thinking about him in classes and wondered why he stayed home. He wasn't sick the night before. She grabbed her bike and rode to his house after school. There were police cars everywhere. She started to pedal slowly towards Tim's house, but was stopped by a policeman. "What's your name young lady?"
"Me?" Sara looked around her. She was the only one in the general area and the policeman nodded. "Sara Minra sir. Why?"
"No one's allowed in this area without permission. I'm afraid you'll have to leave." The man said coldly.
"But sir, I'm here to see Tim Recentiver. He's my boyfriend. He wasn't in school today and I wanted to be sure he was feeling all right."
The man's face contorted. "Well miss… I don't know how to tell you this, but Tim had a very good reason for not being in school." He gestured to an ambulance, inside of which was a stretcher with a cloth covering it. "There's no easy way to say this miss… I mean Sara, but your boyfriend's dead."
Sara stood in shock. It couldn't be true. It just couldn't. She had seen him, alive and perfectly well, just the night before. How could Tim be dead? "How- how-?" she stopped to find her voice and swallow her tears. "How did he d-die sir?"
"No one knows. His mother found him lying on the floor in the living roomdead. Nothing wrong with him and no known illnesses. They're going to do an autopsy to find out. I'm really sorry. Maybe it's best if you go home."
Sara turned and dropped her bike as she ran. They were wrong. He couldn't just die… could he? They had overlooked something, something important. She took a short cut that she knew not many people knew about. She ran into the house. She ran around frantically, searching for something, anything. Finally she collapsed on the couch and cried. She cried on the very couch she had sat on the night before with her face in her hands. A shadow was cast upon her, blocking the light from her face. She looked up and screamed.
The police moved Sara's body into the ambulance, right next to Tim's. The man who had informed Sara of Tim's death told the others that she had been there just moments before. Two teenagers had died in the same house, within twenty-four hours of each other. The police couldn't understand any of it, and so called Sara's parents, who also wanted an autopsy for their child.
The autopsy was a strange one. No one could seem to be able to find anything wrong with the kids. They had no open wounds, neither of them, not even a small cut. They had no infections and no illnesses. There was no poison involved either. The only thing that was strange was that neither of them had hearts. Where their hearts were supposed to be it looked as though something had been ripped out, with veins twisting every way. Nobody ever found out what happened to them.
There you are. It's finished. Now review and tell me what you think of it. Pretty please?