Famer's Story-writing debate tournament Round#3 TUF VS LANNAN13

Chapter 3: A stroll down memory laneEvery time I thought of her... I seemed to just black out. Missing her definitely wasn't good for my health. Then my mind instantly snapped back to the stranger in the pharmacy. That was so... Weird...I must have somehow rode my bike all the way home in my blackout/memory. Chloe... I would give anything to have her back.I had remembered a poem from Edgar Allen Poe, which was one of my favorites.I recited it to relax my nerves.It was many and many a year ago,In a kingdom by the sea,That a maiden there lived whom you may knowBy the name of ANNABEL LEE;And this maiden she lived with no other thoughtThan to love and be loved by me.I was a child and she was a child,In this kingdom by the sea;But we loved with a love that was more than love-I and my Annabel Lee;With a love that the winged seraphs of heavenCoveted her and me.And this was the reason that, long ago,In this kingdom by the sea,A wind blew out of a cloud, chillingMy beautiful Annabel Lee;So that her highborn kinsman cameAnd bore her away from me,To shut her up in a sepulchreIn this kingdom by the sea.The angels, not half so happy in heaven,Went envying her and me-Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,In this kingdom by the sea)That the wind came out of the cloud by night,Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.But our love it was stronger by far than the loveOf those who were older than we-Of many far wiser than we-And neither the angels in heaven above,Nor the demons down under the sea,Can ever dissever my soul from the soulOf the beautiful Annabel Lee.For the moon never beams without bringing me dreamsOf the beautiful Annabel Lee;And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyesOf the beautiful Annabel Lee;And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the sideOf my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,In the sepulchre there by the sea,In her tomb by the sounding sea.I fumbled with my old cigar, wishing that I could smoke in the dead time. It always used to relax me as I recited poems, and read texts. Now, I was alone, left to pity my lost love. God, I need to get out.I made my self a sandwich, and ate it. After using the restroom, I decided it was time to go. I opened my front door, and almost ran face first into... Jeffrey Dragolin? What the-? What was even stranger was that the word "Dragon" was printed in sloppy red pen directly across his forehead. Only myself, and two other people had ever called him that...He was a stiff of course. But what was he doing in front of my door? Dragon lived a few states away, in Aurora Colorado.I had met Dragolin on Paris Island, during basic Training during my time in the Marine Core. We were best friend during Basic. Labra, Mosquada were are other two battle buddies that we often were associated with.We all had nicknames. we called them goofy things like Dragon, Lab rat, and Mosquito. But what was Dragon doing on my front Porch? Someone obviously had moved him.I knew it had to be the mysterious guy who was continuously messing with me.Screw it. I wasn't playing his game. That's what he wanted, and if he was too scared to meet me in person, than I wasn't going to waste my time trying to find out who he is. I pushed Dragolin out of the way, so I could get in and out of my house. I needed to have some fun.------I was at a club called CityWalk. I used to come here and drink when thoughts of Chloe were too strong. I drank today. I pretended the hardcore techno rap music was playing as I talked to Britney, and Sierra. They were two chicks that frequently came here. I had been working on them for weeks, trying to take them home with me, but they were both very challenging. Stuck up b1tches."So can I buy you a drink?" I asked stupidly. Oh geez, she probably thought I was an idiot."What you've heard that one too much Brit?" ...."No I'm not hitting on you! Can't nice guy buy a nice girl a drink with out it being platonic?" ...."Fine! SCREW you. Sierra is hotter anyway."I turned away from Britney, and started my drunken conversation with Sierra, the other statue. She looked kind of silly with a big goofy grin plastered on her face, and her bottle of beer in her hand. It was almost as if some one had taken a picture of her, and she had been turned into a mannequin. "So Sierra, this party's kind of lame. We can have a better party at my place if you know what I mean?" There was obviously no answer.I sighed. Who needs these hoes anyway? I was drunk and acting silly. I stumbled out of the now very unorthodox silent club, and onto the quiet street. I fell to my knees, put my hands in face palms, and started crying. Chloe, why can't you be here with me? Our life was so perfect. She was so beautiful. Things were so amazing. All the memories, all the goals, everything was gone. Now all I had was an invisible scar that pained me more than anything in the entire world. I missed her so bad. I needed her now more than ever. I couldn't do this any more. What was the point to life? Nothing was living anymore, there was no hope of falling in love again. I could never recover, and could never move on.I was going to commit suicide. It didn't take me long to get back on top of the Devon tower. I looked down at the tiny speck of cars, and stiffs, and embraced death. I was ready. I knew it was time for me to move on, time for me to find see her again. I was never religious, and I had no clue if there was an afterlife. But if there was... If there is any chance that I could see my baby again, I will take it. I smiled. See you soon, Chloe, my dear. I prepared to jump. 3...2...1... I was just about to jump when I saw it. A bright beam of light, piercing the frozen night sky. Just like the Batman Sonar. Except for this beam of light read something completely different. On the beam of light in the sky, were the numbers 717.