The Girl With Stars In Her Eyes

You May Not See Them

Fleur emerged from behind the corner where she had been watching from. I hadn't seen when she got there. I wonder how much she had heard. "Jaime... I'm sorry," she said. I looked at her. My tear-filled eyes probably reflected my feelings as well as she was probably reflected off of them. She hugged me, and I hugged her back, letting the dam holding back my tears break. I sobbed on her shoulder into her hair. Fleur had seen me cry before, and she always comforted me and calmed me down as she was doing now. She tightened her hug and promised me it would be okay. She offered me to go to her house. I agreed, but told her I didn't have my bike because I came to school with Isabella. She said she would walk with me anyway.

She walked her bike next to me with her other arm around me. I hung my head and walked sadly alongside her. She informed me that Caleb went home sick after lunch. He had looked a bit pale.
Fleur's house was rather large. Her parents are almost never home, which is probably why she grew up to be so responsible and self-providing. She sat me down on the couch and made us tea. Fleur always knew what to say, but now she didn't. She didn't say anything, she just put her arm around me. Even if she did know what to say, nothing would comfort me right now, and she knew that. I tried to keep my crying silent, but I couldn't hold it. The grief overwhelmed me, and I erupted in tears and sobs. "Jaime," was all she said.
She made me food, but I couldn't eat. I lied down on the couch and eventually cried myself to sleep.

She was there. And when we hugged, she stabbed me. I looked down and saw the tip of the knife peeking out of my chest and crimson blood flowing down my white shirt. Her eyes were black, but the stars remained. "Isabella," I said in shock. Blood rolled off my tongue with the name. My breathing was shallow; I choked on blood. "Jaime," she said, "I'm sorry. I love you, Jaime." She approached me. I backed away, but I backed into a wall and the tip of the knife came out more. I yelled in pain and fell to my knees. She came closer and took the knife out. I yelled again. "Baby, you're going to be okay," she said soothingly. I watched her clean my blood off the knife with her white dress. She looked at it like it was an infant. Then she looked at me with rage. She plunged the knife into my back once more, but she didn't leave it in. She look it out and stabbed me again. I tried to yell but my mouth was filling with blood. I couldn't breathe. Before I went black, I felt the knife pierce my neck.

Fleur's face was filled with worry as she woke me. I was in her room and she was right in frint of me. I was sweating. "Are you okay, Jaime?" She asked. i didn't respond, but my eyes welled with tears. She embraced me tightly. I sobbed louder than before. I pulled away and looked down to where the tip of the knife had peeked out; it wasn't there. My shirt (as well as her sheets) was wet with sweat, not blood. It was midnight according to Fleur's digital clock that projected onto her room's ceiling. How did I get to her room? She couldn't have carried me. I decided not to ask and, instead, let her hug me again. Eventually I fell asleep again. I fell asleep in her arms, and I listened to her beating heart. I lowered my hand from between her shoulder blades to the small of her back; her heartbeat hastened.

The next day was Saturday, but Fleur was up at 7:00 anyway. I smelled bacon from the kitchen. I got out of bed and checked my phone. There was a missed call from my mother. I ignored it and decided that I would explain it to her later. "Morning," Fleur said clearly more awake than I was. I forced myself to eat. Well, Fleur forced me to eat. I did feel better than yesterday, but I still didn't feel well. I moped around Fleur's house for most of the day. She even went out and bought me a stuffed bunny to make me feel better. Fleur's parents arrived home around four. Fleur explained to them what had happened, and they didn't question it. They did, however, call my parents to let them know where I had been all night and all day today. I went home after my mother called me to come home before it got dark. I walked down our street admiring the sunset. My phone rang. It was Isabella. I tried not to answer but I couldn't help myself.
"Hello?" She said in a desperate tone.
"Bella, you okay?"
"No," she replied. She had been crying. I heard it in her voice.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Can you come over?"
"I don't know where you live."
"Just a few miles from your house."
"Bella, it's getting dark and my mother's worried. I've been out all last night and today."
"Oh," she said.
She hung up.