The Day She Fell

Chapter 3: Wrapped

    I calmed down by the time the light outside completely vanished into a night with no moon. A tear had crusted onto my cheek. I could never think of her without sobbing like a small child.
We went up to the second floor and I curled up on my air mattress and tried to stop crying. It didn’t work at all. Callan sat down next to me, but never attempted to talk to me. He just absentmindedly stroked my hair. He knew that words couldn’t consol me. Ha, 10 years and I still couldn’t keep it together when she was brought up. He understood though, what she had meant to me. He had lost a lot too.
After I stopped bawling my eyes out, I didn’t feel like moving. So I slept. If only I could be free of pain in my dreams.

A bitter wind lashed my face with the hate of a thousand lifetimes. Rain came down in unsparing sheets, but it still wasn’t enough to save the house. A prolonged scream echoed off of the walls, and it took me what seemed like eons to realize it was coming from me. I clamped my mouth shut. It’s all a dream. I told myself. It’s all a dream. But it felt so real. No it was just a dream. The sky continued to pour as I lucid dreamed a short knife, and stabbed myself in the throat with it.

I woke up to the sound of clanking coming from downstairs and a block in my throat. I cleared my throat several times and then realized I wasn’t wearing pants.
    This has always been a problem for me. I always take off various items of clothing in my sleep. It led to some pretty awkward sleepovers as a kid. I looked around to find my black leggings and retrieved them. I giggled when I found them, they caught on a splinter on the wooden paneled ceiling. I’m tall enough that I can jump to reach the ceiling. It also helps that my legs are strong and can jump about 80 centimeters straight up.
    After retrieving my pants I put them back on and moved my face to crack the dried tears and snot. Vigorously rubbing at what remained with my hands I walked over to check the time on the wall clock. It read 3:40, which I assumed was in the afternoon since a decent amount of light trickled through the curtain. That would mean I slept about 15 hours. I haven’t gotten that kind of sleep since I stayed up for two weeks straight and passed out while brushing my hair. Callan had to carry me back after that.
    I don’t think he’s forgiven me.
    Varying shades of gray coated the sky as it sagged with unreleased rain. I guess it’s time to start thinking about what to do with Eli.
    He was nowhere to be found when I walked downstairs to find my discarded clothes. I walked past Callan on my way to find my sweatshirt and flipped him off.
    “What do you want?” He was in the middle of finding something too.
    “Finding clothes.” I muttered.
    “And a certain cowardly boy.”
    “Maybe.”
    “You don’t really think he’s the guy, do you?”
    “He damn well better be, I’ve worked too hard for this” I glanced in his direction and said, “It’s on the filing cabinet in the other room.”
    “Sure.” he whispered sarcastically, but went to check anyway.
    I sighed dramatically and picked up my sweatshirt from the counter. I slipped it on, grabbed my wallet and went outside.

Author's note:
This chapter is incomplete. I will be doing a major revision on the story and start writing again when finals are over. See you then!