Note: This is Leon's dream

I was 16 years old when I got my first girlfriend.  Her name was Raya. She was very beautiful and truly a great person, I loved her. But I was only a kid so I didn't know what love was until I met her.  (Rae-a as in uh)

 Everything changed that night when she came over and things got a little out there, and I ended up getting her pregnant. My mother was gone and I had a father issue so I couldn't turn to anyone for advice. Raya's parents found out and we talked it through. We decided she would have the baby and we would do our best to raise it along with her parent's help. 

 Months went by and we were both happy but terrified at the same time. When the 8th month came around Raya became very ill and uneasy all a sudden. I just thought it was the pregnancy and the effects of it. 

 The bed creaked as I sat next to her, "Raya?"

 She slowly opened her eyes, "Hey baby.", her voice was quiet and tired. 

 I held her warm hand as I stroked her forehead, "Did you take your medicine?"

 She shook her head reaching for the nightstand nearly falling over, I quickly caught her. I held her in my arms as she moaned from the pain she was in. My anxiety rose from thinking about the state she was in.

 "You need to be more careful, I'll get the medicine for you.", I moved the hair away from her face as her green eyes glanced up at me. 

 She moved her dark red hair to the side revealing her neck. I poured a glass of water and reached for her medication, I poured some of the liquid onto a small spoon and brought it up to her lips. She gulped it down as I handed her the glass of water. 

 She sipped the water slowly, "Thank you, I love you.", a gentle smile lit up her face. 

 She set the glass down on the nightstand with a "clank" in response, embracing her in my arms once more. "I love you too." 

 Days, then weeks went by and her condition didn't improve. The time for the baby was here, we rushed to the hospital. I along side her parents waited anxiously, eventually the doctor came out of the closed in room with a troubled look on his face.

 All three of us stood to hear his report, "I'm afriad the baby didn't make it, and neither did Ms. Raya."

 I stood there stunned as her mother began to cry, "Raya's body couldn't handle it and the illness made it worse for her, the baby seemed to not be able to handle it either. I am so sorry." 

 Tears rushed to my eyes as i cuffed my mouth feeling sick to my stomach. I couldn't lose her, not now it was too early she was so young. If that night never happened she would still be here, it's my fault. I stumbled to my knees as I muffled my cries. Quickly looking up at her mother wailing and her father comforting her. Raya's father glared at me and began to curse me and scold me. 

 "You did this to her, you monster! Our only daughter is gone because of you!", he proceeded to scold me leaving the hospital. 

 I was heartbroken and lost, afriad to ever accept someone again. I wasn't allowed to show my face at her funeral. I was scarred for life and shook up, I will never forget what happened, what I did to end a young girl's life. Back then I was a monster because of what I am, a ghoul. I ended her life....I am still a monster who is untamed and forever trapped in what those memories were. Forever, alone.