Tombstone

Chapter Three - Tales of A Dark Past

'' She had not known the weight until she felt the freedom''

It all happened so fast, one moment she was standing there as pale as a ghost the next she was on the floor; Rebecca rushed to her side, I could see her lips moving but her voiced sounded muffled, how could I have done this to someone just by...existing? Being there in front of her?

Rebecca's screamed my name pulling me out of my thoughts, I rushed to her side, picked up the tiny girl and followed her to the Doctors' office, the nurses rushed towards us as I laid her down in the bed bombarding us with questions; if this is a normal occurrence or if she had eaten; Rebecca answered all the questions in a heartbeat worry evident on her face. After what felt like an hour later Rebecca and I were seated in the nurse's office waiting, no words being exchanged between us as we replayed the whole scene in our heads, from her shock, the color being drained from her face to her losing consciousness and falling to the ground; it all seemed to happen in slow motion but at the speed of light at the same time.

''Look it's okay; It's not your fault you shouldn't feel guilty''; she reassures me sweetly.

''I don't understand how it could be my fault anyway; I don't even know her name. All I did was answer her questions but the look on her face; it was like she was staring at the Grim Reaper.''

Silence fell between us once again; I turn to look at Rebecca and I could see the wheels in her head turning and from the way the was biting her lip and picking at her nails I could tell she wanted to tell me something but was holding back.

'' Spit it out Rebecca.'' I order her trying to keep my tone calm.

''What do you mean? I'm just worried about Lynn that's all.'' She replies feigning innocence.

'' Really? Is that why your shoulders are tense and you keep biting your lips? Just say it, it's obvious you want to; stop thinking of nicer ways to say whatever it is your holding back. What happened to the raw truth?''

That annoyed her immediately; I knew edging her on using her own words would work.

'' It is and isn't your fault what happened to Lynn; it is because of everything that you keep saying you don't know and it isn't because who actually has the ability to make someone lose consciousness; and now I'm here sitting with the person who somehow caused this yet I don't blame you because against everyone else's judgment I truly believe you don't know.'' She rushes out multiple emotions crossing her face with each contradicting sentence she just spat out.

'' Well not even a whole day in here and I'm already the Hester Prynne of Tombstone High; shall I brand myself with the scarlet A to complete it? '' I jokingly try to lessen the tension she built within herself.

''I didn't peg you as one for labels though'' she jokes back; her shoulders relaxing.

'' Look, I'm sorry about what happened to Lynn; but I would really appreciate if you could fill in the blanks of what everyone here is talking about. Many of them are looking at me as if I'm the Devils incarnate.''

'' I only know what I heard; I don't think anyone here actually knows the whole story but one thing I'm sure of is that to the towns people you and your family are legends; but the those who live on the outskirts of the town yes you are the Devils incarnate, your father being the devil himself. Let me just ask the nurse about Lynn then we can head to the news room so I can fill you in on more of what I know.'' She promises as she makes her way to the nurse's desk.

What she said left me rooted in my seat; my father...is the devil himself in this town? How is that even possible? I already knew my father was a legend in the force in our old town; he was one of the best FBI agents there was. Him and my mother made the perfect team and here I am walking in his footsteps as I've always dreamed of; I've wanted to become an FBI agent ever since I understood the nature of his job. How could someone who captured evil be considered the devil?

The bell rang just as Rebecca was walking back to me signaling the end of our lunch period; I guess we'll have to postpone out talk till later.