He wanted to be a star. Football Star to be exact. He was the best on the team and everyone knew that. He was the most popular kid in the school. He was nice to everyone and everyone adored him. Everyone knew he was going to be someone. But then the incident happened. So now he’s dead. Murdered.
I walk down the practically empty halls. No one wants to send their kid to this school anymore. It isn’t safe anymore. I keep my head down, but no matter how much I try to hide they’ll still stare. Because I survived and their friends didn’t. I walk faster down the hall. All of a sudden someone grabs me and pulls me into a dark empty classroom. My mouth is covered. I push the person and see the person I’ve been trying to avoid the most, Bethany, Adam’s girlfriend. She falls to the ground,
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t know it was you.” I tell her, helping her up. She pushes my hands away and picks herself up. She was clearly drunk,
“I don’t need your help.” She slurs. Her blue eyes once so alive now looked so dead. Her bouncy blonde hair now looked flat and unkempt. She pulled out a flask from her bag and took a drink, “I’ve been wanting to talk to you, Hope Greenson. The ‘Lucky’ girl.” She said laughing. Taking another drink. I walk up to her and take the flask from her. She gives me a WTF look as I take a swig at it. The taste of alcohol burns my throat but I ignore it. We both sit on the windowsill. Looking out the window; missing Adam,
“What do you want to know?” I ask her, staring at the football field,
“Everything.” I sigh. I can see Adam on the football field staring straight at us. He seemed to be shaking his head at me. Bethany wasn’t ready. Not now. She was an emotional wreck and drunk. Who knows what she would do if she found out now? I shake my head,
“You’re not ready.” I tell her. She looks at me,
“I have the right to know.” I stare at Adam; his eyes pleading. I take the deep breath and look away from him,
“Yes, you do. But not now. Not when you’re clearly drunk and not emotionally stable. Some other time, Bethany.” She grabs my shirt looking at me with her teary, dead blue eyes,
“I need to know.” I look away from her. I couldn’t look at her so I look at Adam’s ghost instead. A gunshot wound in his stomach now. Blood pouring out; he didn’t seem bothered by it. I blink back tears,
“I’m sorry. I can’t.” I pry her fingers off my shirt and get up. She starts crying,
“Why did he have to die? I love him so much. He was my life. My everything.” She says in between sobs, “I don’t know how to do anything without him.” I look at her and believe her. They had been together since the 6th grade and before that they were best friends who grew up together. They did everything together. It was always Adam and Bethany, Bethany and Adam. Not just Bethany. There was never supposed to be just a Bethany. They were made for each other. She didn’t know how to function without him. I wouldn’t either,
“I’m really truly sorry for your loss, Bethany.” She looks up at me,
“I used to be his bumble bee. ‘The light of his day.’ He used to say. His sunshine. But this sun is dead, Hope. Without Adam, I’m nothing. Hope Greenson, I don’t know what to do without him.” She starts crying again. I don’t think she was ever going to stop. She wanted to be the last face he sees, she didn’t want him to see me. She wanted to be there. Not here. There might be one person who wanted to die more then I did and that was Bethany Freeson. She had nothing to live for anymore. But I did. Unfortunately I did.
