Split

10

                I went into the back and gathered my things. Don’t feel like getting dressed here, so I’ll do so when I get home. I threw everything into my book bag, and grabbed my phone. I pressed the button, bringing color to the black screen, and life to its dead cold. No messages, and no missed calls. Usually, I would have a message or two from K’Nyla, but now, there was nothing. I turned off the screen and sighed.

                I stretched as I walked out the office, grabbing a box of left overs as I passed the counters in the kitchen. I opened the white container, and stuffed a meatball into my mouth. Had a hint of honey in it, proving that Chief Michel made them. It was good that Darrel didn’t, he always made spicy ones. The type that made you drop to your knees, and cry. Yet, they were good. ‘Conspiracy Balls’ he called them. They hurt so bad, you wanted more.

                As I walked into the dining area, I saw Jake and James standing at the door. James with his hands in his pocket, and Jake twirling keys with his fingers. “Come on, boy. I haven’t got all day.”

                “Hold on, hold on.” I said muffled. “I was just getting my stuff.”

                We all walked out, and Jake locked up. I waved to them as I walked down the street. I dug in my bag for my ear buds and iPod. Whistling along with the music, I walked down the streets. The spring breeze was cool, and I felt a raindrop on my nose.

                I turned the last corner into a parking lot, where I then found my car. My first car, might I add. Still in tip top condition. I’m sure my parents would kill me if I so much have scratched it. I fiddled around in my pocket, until I found my keys. I unlocked the door, and hoped in before the rain picked up. Throwing my bag into the back, I reached for my umbrella. I want to see her, but not as a soaked mess. I then dug my key into the ignition, and drove off.

                I stopped at a red light, and plugged in my iPod. Allowing the music to leave my ear buds, and disperse throughout the car. I drummed my thumbs on the steering wheel to the beat of the music. Humming along, I pulled off. As I drove down the roads, the peach colored sky began to darken. I took glances time to time at the setting sun through the side mirrors, until I pulled into the cemetery parking lot. I grabbed my umbrella from the passenger’s seat. Just in case the rain came back. I wasn’t taking chances.

                I walked my way through the fields of tomb stones, and sat in front one, with a name I still dread. I wanted to sit, but the rain had made the dirt become mud, and I didn’t want to dirty the restaurant’s uniform anymore so then it already was.

                “I said I’d visit more, but I’m starting to think I shouldn’t do it constantly, and if I knew you the way I think I do, I don’t think you would want me to either. I know you like attention, but, maybe not this way.”

                I wiped a single tear as I felt it fall down my cheek. I then looked up, and remembered the last time I had been here. The girl that ran into the bushes. It hadn’t rained long, and maybe the river wouldn’t be as swelled. I patted K’Nyla’s tombstone, walked into the bushes. It wasn’t dark yet, but it will be soon.

                I carefully slid down the cliff and caught my balance at the bottom. The river was a little high, but it was calm. I walked along the river bank as I kicked some rocks into the water. I approached an old pier. How old, I’m unsure. I began to walk on it, then stopped before I reached the water’s edge. I don’t want it to collapse on me.

                It began to drizzle, so I decided I should call it a day. I opened my umbrella and began to walk back. “Crap…” I said as I approached the cliff. The rushing water that was coming down, will stop me from advancing. I either need to wait it out, or find a new way to get up there. I decided to continue down the bank. If I found myself at a rode, I could find my way back.

                As I walked, from the corner of my eye, I saw a figure.  I turned to see the girl again. The same one I saw before. Her white hair dripping from the rain, stuck onto her pale face as her red eyes peered back at me. Before I could say something, do anything, she disappeared into the bushes. Something urged me to chase after her, but instead I continued to walk along the river.

                Time went on, and I found a small path. I decided to walk up it, and found myself behind the church. A block or so away from the graveyard. As I walked by, the church bells chimed. Its loudness made me jump and sent vibrations up my spine. My arm was getting tired from holding the umbrella all this time, so I picked up my pace.

In little time, I found myself in the cemetery parking lot again. I kicked the mud off of my shoes in front of my car before getting in. I stuck my key in the ignition and turned up the heat. My socks were wet, and my feet were cold. When I could feel my toes again, I pulled out from the lot, and made my way home.

I threw my umbrella into the back as I pulled into my garage. The sound of the pouring rain began to lighten as I got out. I stretched before opening the back door and getting my bag. Using my book bag as a shield from what was left of the rain, I ran to the front door.

I tucked what was in the mail box under my arm, and threw my hand in my pocket. Rummaging through my pockets looking for the key to the door, it swung open, and my mother stood with a smile. “Hello, dear.”