I see this girl, in the distance. She's hitting her head brutally hard. My brows furrow at the sight of this horrific sight. I look up, past the girl, glancing back at the fire I was enchanted by. Did she do this? Is that why she's so troubled? God, I could only hope not.
Imagine if she did light that fire though. I hope it wasn't on purpose, but then again it'd be pretty badass if it was on purpose. That is besides the point though.
My eyes catch a quickly moving figure running across my view. It's the girl. I run after her.
"Hey! Wait up!" I say.
She looks back, the hair washing into her face. She turns right back around and keeps running. Now my mind starts running with my legs.
Why is she running? What did she do? Is she scared of me? What is going on? I really don't know anything about this situation. The only thing I suspect is this girl did something and is running from her problems. If I'm wrong, I'd feel relieved. I don't want to be the one who has to run to the police about a poor girl committing arson. Though one of my dreams in life is to commit arson. The fire and sparks floating in the air is alluring. I'm scared to go to jail after all, so I'd never do it. I'm more terrified of being caught. Being man-handled by police is not a goal of mine.
My brain's been running off topic, but my legs are still chasing the girl.
"What's your name?" I yell at her. No response. I stop running to catch my breath. She's not going to stop for me, or even take the breath to respond to me. When I look up, she's standing there. She's staring at me from a distance. We're both breathless, gasping for air. Though I'm gasping for air, I start to wander over to her. We're about six feet apart now. That's as close as I'm getting to a girl who may have committed arson.
"What's your name?" I ask.
She stares at me blankly for a minute or so. The silence fills me with dread. Why did I chase after her?
She looks away from me, taking a deep breath. "Bridget." She mumbles.
"Why were you running?"
"What? I was just," she's stumbling over her words. Now I have an even better reason to suspect her as the person who started the fire.
"Why were you running?" I ask again, more calmly this time.
"I started the fire," She says quietly. "It's not what it looks like though! I didn't do it on purpose! I swear! Please don't take me to the police. I can't go there. They're going to get my parents."
I'm taken back by the whining. I wouldn't expect that from her. "I won't take you to the police, I promise," I can't promise that though. She's a criminal. I can feel the fear emitting for her though. It's weighing on my shoulders. I can't help but feel bad. She hates her parents, and it's so obvious. She doesn't want the police to call her parents, so she's running from the fire she started.
Bridget nods, feeling more assured by my promise. She turns around and starts walking away, slowly transforming into a run.
I let her run. If the universe wants us to meet again, we'll meet again.
I glance at the fire she had started, which is now only ashes and small miniature flames. The poor forest is now suffering in the misery of darkness. I sigh as I walk away from the darkness that was bestowed upon me and others in the surrounding areas.
As I wander, I make it back home. My parents are brutally fighting with each other, so I grab my backpack and walk out the front door. I'm now on my way to my girlfriends house. It's only a few blocks away.
I'm about two blocks away now. My legs are tired and my mind is exhausted, though it runs faster than the wind whistles past my ears. The hair that once stood in front of my eye is now blowing back, out of my face showing my true feelings; guilt and regret. My emerald eyes look down at the pavement below my sneakers.
I watch my feet carry me along the rock filled pavement. My mind races, thinking of all the things that could happen to Bridget. I only talked to her for what felt like seconds, but I can't get her out of my head. There's something special about her. There's something different about how she acts. She's not like the rest of us.
What could happen to me though? Could I get in trouble for not telling the police? I wish I knew the answers to all my questions, but I don't know. That's what life is about. You need to figure out what life is about.
I walk up to my girlfriends front door and knock a few times. No answer. I ring the doorbell. There's still no answer, yet cars are parked in the driveway. I don't want to be an uninvited guest, but Lucinda told me I could come over today so I try the door. It's unlocked. I walk inside and slowly close the door behind me. As I turn around I see a horrific sight. Blood.
Blood is all over the walls. My heart starts pounding against my rib cage. Too many things happened today, why does this have to be happening now?
I wander deeper into the home to find a body. Lucinda. My heart drops down to my stomach, and my stomach turns into nots. My eyes fill with tears as I see my girlfriend with a knife wound in her chest. I kneel down next to her as her body squirts the blood out. I rip the bottom of my shirt off and wrap it around her tightly to stop the bleeding. I pull out my phone with shaky hands and call the police and an ambulance.
