The Unlucky One

Chapter 6

I hastily made my way to my car, only to find Kristen sitting on the hood. Her expression changed in a flash as soon as she saw mine.

"What happened." She slid off the hood, approaching me. Her eyes scanned mine and her expression did not falter the least bit.

She was actually worried. She actually cared about how I felt.

"I got a call from my mom." I sniffed. I collected my breath and blink a few times, letting small tears escape only to focus my vision on her. "They've found a dead body in a creek... just a few miles away from the store. It was a blonde little girl, but they haven't put an ID on her yet."

Kirsten wasted no time in pulling me into a tight embrace. My tall frame arched over her short stature, her arms wrapping around me. I gently rested my head on her shoulder, huffing out a sigh.

"Where are you going?" She asked after breaking. I only shook my head. "I don't really know, I just needed to get out of that classroom." Kristen frowned at my comment.

"Edward's class?" I nodded. She looked around, making a weird face that I couldn't pick up on "Was he not nice to you or something? Surely he was nice, that's all I hear about him. Only good things." She commented. For a moment I became mad at myself for standing around, having a meaningless conversation about a teacher I hardly knew. I could be spending this time talking to the police, or searching for Emma.

"Yeah, he's nice. I kinda yelled at him. He saw me start to cry when I hung up the phone on my mom. I didn't want to talk to him about it, I mean I barely know him." I replied, watching the looking on her face become sad.

"You don't know, do you?" She asked. I knit my brows together. She was beating around the bush with all of these questions. I simply shook my head as a no.

"Mr. Edwards was there that day, in the supermarket." She said softly. My eyes glued to hers as I felt my heart beat increase. My mind rushed around, thinking back on that day. "H-he was?" She nodded. "He and his friend were there, together. One of the men with guns meant to shoot Mr. Edwards, but his friend jumped in front of him. It hit him in the chest, but they... shot him once more in the head. He lost his friend that day."

Kristen spoke slowly and carefully, but her words hit me like a ton of bricks. My side began to throb with an unbearable pain at the thought of this. He was there with me that day, and I didn't even know it. I treated him so disrespectfully in his classroom before I left, he didn't need that.

I had a different kind of ache going on in what I assumed to be my heart, feeling sympathetic towards Mr. Edwards. He was only trying to help me, because he was there with me that day.

I had a newfound feeling of sadness, I could feel it rushing through me and sinking into my bones. My eyes welled up with fresh tears as I felt my body wretch with sickness.

I was so utterly disgusted with myself for treating him like that.

I wasn't able to stand in that spot any longer. I angrily grit my teeth to hold back a sob, and stormed back through the talk gates, and onto campus. Kristen stayed silent behind me, not following.

How could I do that? How could I so easily dismiss someone? The one person I know, who actually knows how I feel. To lose someone who means the world to you, and not be able to have them in your arms when you need them the most.

What really killed me, was that he tried. He tried so hard to get me to stay, and to talk to him about what upset me, and I dismissed him like he was nothing. I couldn't believe myself, I was so angry for doing that I could have bashed my head into a brick wall until I fell unconscious. I was livid with myself and couldn't take it.

I quickly found myself in the science wing, storming past crowds happily eating their lunches. I still had time before fourth period started. What was I going to say? 'Sorry for being the most stupid and careless person ever' ? I was hoping my adrenaline would do the talking, and somehow I'd say all the right words.

I was ready to apologize, and for once, talk to someone who understood how I felt. Not someone who yells at me while downing a bottle of red wine. I wrapped my fingers around his door hand, tugging on it to find that it was locked. I froze, grinding my teeth with a great amount of force.

I should have stayed. I should have let him say what he needed to say. Now, I get to live with this terrible feeling. What if he went home? What if he feels like a complete piece of shit for not being able to say what he needed to say?

I turned on my heel and booked it out of the science wing, more angry towards myself than ever. I was beyond angry, I couldn't form it in the correct words. I was making it my mission for tomorrow to talk with him, and tell him how I felt. And listen to how he felt.

I somberly made my way to my car, seeing that Kristen was nowhere to be seen. I got in and sunk into my seat, almost becoming one with the upholstery my body was so numb. I sat there motionless. My aching heart felt like 1,000 pounds, weighing me down into my seat. My shaky hands carelessly gripped the steering wheel, squeezing so tight that I felt blisters form.

My throat became dry and a lump formed as my eyes welled with tears for the thousandth time. I was so sick of myself. To admit I cried right then and there, so beyond tired of being the way I was. Not realizing things when I should, taking things for granted. My lungs suddenly felt like they weren't getting enough air.

For now, I was planning on going home and ridding myself from all of these horrible feelings, which seemed like an impossible task. Nothing seems to get better, only worse with each passing day. I sat there and wondered what I was doing wrong, and what could fix my endless streak of bad luck.

-Authors note-
Sorry this is a little shorter! I was feeling inspired so I wrote. I'll update a longer chapter over the weekend. I have spring break all next week, so I'll be updating quite a bit. And also, my birthday is Wednesday! Woop.
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