It's Just Me

Chapter 11

Knock knock. Julia is here. I open the door for her and say,"Hi Julia! Come in."

"You look tired. Are you alright?"

"Yeah." I reply yawning."I was just taking a nap." I lead her toward my bed and sit down. She sits down after me.

"So. How was your date?" She asks me curiously.

"It was great." I responded. "First we ate sandwiches and he called me beautiful and then we looked at the clouds."

"Sounds interesting."

"You look like you wanted something better than that."

"No, I just thought maybe you could've done a little more. I mean, you did two things."

"Well he planned it."

"Never mind. Anyway, my boss wanted me on shift as soon as possible so I gotta get going." She says, rising from the bed. I get up after her and open the door for her. I wave goodbye as she leaves and look around. I have been wearing the same sweaty clothes all day. I should change into pajamas. I only have one pair, but I don't care. There are black pants and a bright blue spaghetti strip shirt that I can wear. The shirt is probably the only thing I have that is not black or gray. I look around and make sure no one is watching, even though I am 99.9% sure I am alone. I change nd climb into bed. I don't know why I have been so tired lately. I yawn and fall asleep quickly. I have a dream that I see Julia driving when suddenly a truck crashes into her bright red car. I go to help her, but I can't. She died on the impact from the truck. I go up to the truck driver, tears rolling down my cheeks. He gets out of the car and people scream at him, including me. "She drove at a red light!" He yelled back. I walk up to him, anger rushes throughout my body. I look straight into his eyes and grab him by the collar of his shirt.

"Listen, punk. That was my best friend you just killed. You killed her!" More tears roll down my face. "What is wrong with you?!" My hands are still near his neck, so I guess he is scared of me.

"B-But she ran the red light a-and-"

"You think you can trick me, huh? Well you can't because I was standing right there!" I scream, my face red as a beet. "Right there! So I suggest you go home and get out of my face!" I let go of his shirt collar and fall to the ground next to Julia's body that they had taken out of the car and start weeping as loud as I can. The truck driver kneels next to me. I turn to him, again angry.

"Listen kid, she turned at a red light-" but he can't say anything else. Because he just fell unconscious.

       I just punched him in the face.