"Great..." I muttered and walked in the room.
"Um, I hate to interrupt you two but, Harry, I need to talk to you..." I think this was the most awkward thing I have ever done.
"Not now Georgia!" He replied in a harsh tone and continued what he was doing.
"But Harr-" I tried again.
"I said not now! I'm busy!" He raised his voice.
"Harry, your sister just died." I said, my voice cracking at the thought of my best friend dying. I felt the tears build up again.
"What? You're lying!" He yelled and looked up at me.
"Well, if you would get off of that girl and come talk to me I would tell you what happened." I snapped back.
"Go to the roof. I don't think anyone's out there. I'll be there in a second." He told me.
I walked out of the room without replying. I really didn't want to be here. I hated Harry. He made my life a living hell and now I had to talk to him. My sister's life is now ruined because of that boy, and not once has he apologized for it.
Walking up the next flight of stairs, the smell of rain increased. I pushed open the creeky green door, walking over and sitting on the bench. Looking out over the city, I tried to take in what happened to day. Trying not to overthink anything, I realized it was still sprinkling. Stuck in my thoughts I didn't realize Harry had come up to the roof.
"So are you going to tell me what happened now?" Harry said as he slipped on a shirt. I have to admit, he was one good looking boy.
"Sure. So, Elizabeth called me and said she was on the highway and that she loved me. She told me to tell you she loved you too. That's why I'm here," the tears were escaping now, "She's dead, Harry. She's gone. A tornado touched ground right in front of her." The tears burned. I couldn't hold it in anymore. I burst into tears and fell on the ground, sobbing. Harry stood there watching me, unsure of what to do. A few seconds later I felt his hand wrap around my shoulder. I looked up. He was crying too.
"Get off me. Now." I said harshly looking up at him. "I don't like you. I wouldn't be here if Elizabeth wasn't gone. I still hate you for what you did."
"What did I.... Oh...." He looked at the ground unsure of what to say.
I sat there and gave him the most evil glare I could. I hope he knew that I hated him. I couldn't stand him. He was such a jerk about everything. He needed to be taught a lesson. He thought he could go around banging every girl and get away with it. He tried it with my sister and he isn't going to get away with it. I will make sure his life will be a living hell until the day he dies. He deserves it.
"So, I guess I'll be leaving now," I got off the ground, and walked to the door, wiping the tearsfrom my eyes, "Just thought I'd tell you what happened." I said without waiting for a reply.
Still crying, I walked down the stairs, trying to clear the black mascara stains from my cheeks. Going through the living room, I tried to push all of the thoughts out of my head. I just needed to go home and think about what happened and what I needed to do.
*Two Days Later, 6:45 PM*
I got out of the shower. I dried off and put my pajamas on. I needed to get some sleep. Hopefully I could. I kept having horrible nightmares ever since Elizabeth's death.
I snuggled into bed. I lay there, trying not to think about what happened. Suddenly, my phone started buzzing. I didn't know the number but, decided to answer it anyway.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Yes, is this Georgia Thompson?" a man asked.
"Um yes, may I ask wh-" I was cut off,
"We'll Mrs. Thompson, we seem to have found your friends body, Elizabeth Styles is her name," All of the memories came flooding back, "We were cleaning through the rubble of the tornado and we found her body, or what was remaining. Now, we found her phone and looked through her call logs and found out that the last person she called was you. Would you like to come by the morgue and plan her funeral or would you just like us to dispose of the remains?"
"Uh, well I'd have to call her brother and ask what he wants to do. I'm not her immediate family an-" once again, I was cut off.
"Well, please do so and call me back immediately. Goodbye." He hung up.
"Shit, now I have to have another conversation with the world's biggest douche bag" I mumbled.
I scrolled through my contacts, trying to find Harry's number. I pressed the call button.
"Harry?" I asked.
"What?" He snapped back.
"The guy from the morgue wants to know what you want to do with Elizabeth's.... Uh.... Remains..." I heard him sniffle a little. He didn't answer for a while.
"You there?" I asked with a little concern in my tone.
"Uh.. Yeah.. Just schedule the funeral and text me the date. I gotta go." He hung up. Maybe he did have a soft side....
I called the morgue guy back and scheduled the funeral. It was tomorrow at 10:45 in the Evergreen Cemetery.
I texted Harry the time and place then tried to fall asleep.
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A/N
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