Reality (On Hold - For A While)

Six- Sasha Williams

I didn't need to look at the name or address to know who it was from. Sasha Williams, my old neighbour's daughter. Her and her family lived next door to our house in Brooklyn. Her father, he had the affair with my mother, and her brother, he passed away in a 2012 fire. She has every right to hate me. She and I have had a difficult relationship. We were once inseparable, she was my best friend. But I did something, something really bad. Something I don't like to admit, or talk about.

The 13th of September 2012. That was the night Sasha's brother, Christian, passed away. That was the night that I was meant to be staying home alone. A night that was meant for watching movies and eating junk food, like a normal teenager. But not all things go to plan.

I started off the night alone, then Mason came over. Mason Karta is my ex-boyfriend. He wasn't the ideal boyfriend, and he definitely wasn't one that my parents would be proud of. He was a drug addict, when he wasn't on something, it was only because he had run out. Although he wasn't the greatest person, he always seemed so sweet around me. Mason could change immediately when he was with someone he cared about, or at least pretended to care about. The start of our relationship was fine, he didn't pressure me, didn't hurt me or make me feel uncomfortable. That all ended pretty quickly though. At first, it was just a few suggestion that I should try using drugs, it was a soft punch on the arm. But by the end of the relationship, I was lucky to go a day without getting bruised. He forced me to get high with him, and when I refused, let's just say it wasn't a very calm situation.

That night he came over, it was two nights after I had told him I was ending it. He knocked on my front and barged in without caring that I hadn't let him in. He wasn't thinking straight and was obviously on something. I sat him in the kitchen, trying to get him into a reasonable state before I let him out of the house. Things didn't go too well after that. He started to get physically, drugged my drink, and then raped me in my own bedroom. When I woke up half an hour later, I was still drugged. I wandered around and somehow ended up in my neighbour's backyard with a packet of matches in my hand. I can't completely remember what happen, but I do remember striking a match and then bright flames.

The police found me the next morning, collapsed in the local park. I was taken to the hospital where I had some tests done. Substances where found in my blood so I was sent done to the police for a questioning. I was let out of the police station after being told that Christian Williams had passed away in a shed fire. I walked right into Mr Williams and Sasha, I never thought I would ever be looked at with such hatred. After further investigation, a surveillance camera showed exactly what had happen. I had walked to the neighbour's house, light the match and set the shed on fire. Christian was in the shed at the time, but I hadn't bothered to check if anyone was in there.

I wasn't sued, although the Williams family wanted me to be made responsible for what had happened to their son. Mason was looked for after I had told the police my memory of that night. He was found, but not alive. He had been found in his room at home, dead. He had died in the early hours of 14th of drug overdose. Two people dead in less than twenty-four hours, both because of me.