xiii. chapter thirteen

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( songs for the chapter )
pretty girls make graves // the smiths
miserable man // david kushner

Ruby took a deep breath as she continued to stroke Eddie's hair, trying to comfort him as much as she could

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Ruby took a deep breath as she continued to stroke Eddie's hair, trying to comfort him as much as she could.

She really didn't want to sit and listen to how he will probably describe the events of her best friend's death in specific detail. But she had to at least try. Right?

Eddie was still in shock, but he somehow managed to mutter out words in a shaky voice.

"Her body just, like, lifted up into the air and, uh...And she just, like, hung there. In the air. And her bones... Uh, she..." he whimpered softly trying to continue speaking. Ruby sat there still caressing the back of his head, with tears in her own eyes now. She could feel how she was getting all choked up.

"Her bones started to snap." Eddie's voice was shaking more briskly now as he fought the tears with everything he had in him. "Her eyes, man. It.. It was like there was something, like, inside her head, pulling." He gestured the act of strings getting pulled with his hands. "I...I didn't know what to do, so I..." he paused, staring at the floor. "I ran away. I left her there."

He then scoffed, "You all think I'm crazy, right?"

"No. We don't think you're crazy." Dustin tried to convince him.

"Don't bullshit me, man! I know how this sounds." Eddie yelled, rubbing his eyes.

"We're not bullshitting you." Max said.

"We believe you." Robin continued.

Ruby was trapped in her own head. Repeating Eddie's words over and over in her mind. "It was like there was something inside her head, pulling." The tears that formed themselves in her eyes were about to burst out without any warning.

"I'm so sorry." Ruby choked out. "I can't be here anymore." before she ran out of the boathouse.

The tears came pooling down in streams as she dropped to her knees. "Chrissy." The brunette whispered as she put her head in her hands, sobbing harder. She recalled the lifeless body of her beautiful best friend, that was now pale and deformed on the floor of Eddie's trailer.

Chrissy was dead.

Only now the fact really sank in. Hearing Eddie talk about how Chrissy died was just too much for her right now. And she tried so hard to be strong, but it's Chrissy. Her best friend since they were five years old.

Memories of her childhood came flooding, her mind rolling them in a fast pace as if they were a movie. Play dates at the playground, movie nights, cheer practices, family dinners. Chrissy was her family. They were each other's home away from home. And now Chrissy was gone. The girl who has been there for her the past twelve years of her life, just like that. Gone. Way too soon. Chrissy deserved better.

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