Past. Present. Future? [Wattys 2015 ]

Not yet Chapter 7- Gone Like...

Roselin's  P.O.V

So why don't you meet down behind  our old  school.
We'll waste  away  the weekend  with perfect regard for how cavalier we use to be.
That beautiful insanity.
The apathy surrounding  me.
Don't close your eyes or we'll fade away.

The song, silently playing and the monotonous sound of wheels crunching on the gravel road made me come to.

I tried opening my eyes but everything was just to bright.
Then all of a sudden a something I assume was a hand was placed above my head.   Everything was blurry.  But I knew I was in a  car.

I looked up towards a face. I knew who he was I think I saw him smile . It's him.  It's really him.

"Martin " I breathed. "No Rose,  no but close your eyes then all your troubles gone "  he whispered.

The smell of English Blazer entered my nose and awakened all my sense.

I saw pictures of me,  my  mother my dad  wait this was real photos that hung in the house.

I was at home being carried bridal style up the stairs.  I turned my head and  my eyes  were met by  a white button up shirt that hid the well built chest of...

"Nick" I screeched,he got a shock and  almost dropped me.

"I'll explain, right now I have to get you to your room. " he reassuringly said. "There " I pointed to my door when we reached the top of the stairs

He placed me on my bed and sat at the end of my bed.  Not saying anything or "explaining ".  Just looking at my room .

"Thanks " I said unsure why and how this happened.  "You should actually thank Miss Meyerton she drove us here and now is waiting outside ." he started.

He asked me if I could remember anything about this morning,  I tried but nothing.

"Well you fainted and bumped your head in Miss Meyerton's classroom .  She was about to tell you about " he was clearing things up when I interrupted him.

" About my friend who died,  Cindy "

He had this puzzled look when I said it was Cindy. "No, Cindy is very much alive,  Kaylee died, as in Kaylee I race cars Pritz.  They found  her dead on the racing tracks this morning,  it was a hit and run,  with her own car . They found some footprints near her body,  it was raining and the killer left his muddy footprints but the police say it's a suicide. " he said.

" A suicide? " I asked shocked by what the  police called a suicide.

"Yeah,  the car was tampered with so that it can  starts slow and then hit full speed without someone driving it, her Dad taught her to do it,  crazy right? " he said.

"Yeah,  crazy. " I mindlessly answered.

The footprints,  the mud something didn't make sense.

"What colour was track? " I asked hoping he wouldn't say r  "Red,  I know because I went to the scene of the accident. " he said in a tone I couldn't quit understand.

"And  your phone rang like a lot so I answered,  Cindy wants you to call her later. " 

I thanked him for telling me and I made a mental note to call her.

"You talk when you're unconscious,  and I presume you liked that song by Hedley."  he stated in a matter of a fact way.

I looked at him wanting to say something,  not knowing what.  I probably looked like a gaping fish.