Life Points Onwards[Re-Writing]

Chapter 21

I sat in the shop, waiting for her to arrive. I saw her walking up the hill, so I got up and walked up to her.

"You called?" She asked me. I looked at her with a death stare.

"We need to talk."

Inside the donut shop, we sat face to face. Finally, I cleared my throat and began talking.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked her.

"Tell you what?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about." I snapped.

"It wasn't a big of a deal." Arianna sighed. "Besides, what was so wrong about having you as a friend? It's not like I was seeking revenge or anything."

"You listened to me that day in the bathroom and acted like you knew nothing about it." I hissed. I felt so... used. Betrayed.

"I didn't know it was you until you told me." She whispered. Her tears were flowing freely now.

"Then what about how everyone called me a psycho?" I leaned forward in my chair.

"It didn't matter, Megan. I don't know why you reflect your brother's image onto you." She motioned with her hand.

"Everyone judges me that way. I had no choice." I blinked. I could feel tears threatening to release.

"Hey! What are you guys doing here?" I heard Josie's voice drift through my head. Soon enough, Josie, Daniel, and Theo were standing in front of our table.

I didn't want to be here. I didn't want people to see me. I just wanted to be locked up in a dark room, with no windows. No signs of escape.

I pushed my chair back and got up.

"Megan-"

"We can talk about this later," I quietly said and left the shop. I felt so humiliated. My friend had known my secret all along and she hadn't said anything.

When I arrived home, I clicked on the video again, and fast forwarded the video to when Arianna spoke.

"Hello. I'm Dave's younger sister, Arianna." She paused before speaking again. "My parents are separated, and I lived with my mother while my father lived with Dave. My mom and I moved here when Dave died." Another pause. "My life in the other state wasn't very good. People accused me by saying that my brother must've been very weak to die like that."

I hit the pause button. Arianna was so much like me. I couldn't- it was just so hard to watch the video. With a shaking hand, I started the video again.

"It's hard being the sister of the murderer. But you know what? It's hard being the sister of the victim, too." She leaned on the podium. "Maybe that's why I never felt a need to seek revenge."

At this point, tears were streaming down freely. I was so guilty. I hadn't even finished the video and then accused her of so many things.

"My new friend, Megan, is the sister of William Gallagher." The crowd gasped. "I didn't know that she was related to him until she spilled it out to us." She smiled bitterly. "I have friends. But when I met Megan, I felt like I met a person that could understand me well. Thank you." She stepped off the stage and embraced her family.

"So that's done." I said to myself. I then searched up something more important. Port Village Facility. I clicked on the website and scrolled to where the "people who attended" were listed.

My brother was number 92. William Gallagher: Anger and Drug Issues.

I couldn't see this anymore. I shut down my computer and fell onto the floor. I wished that the darkness would consume me.