Gone too soon

Kaleb

       Sofie's gone. Sofie's gone. Sofie's gone. It was hard to wrap my head around it. It was hard to say and everytime i tried to explain the situation to the cops I choked. I never got to tell her how I really felt. I never got to tell her that she was more than just a friend to me. I will never get to tell her now. I won't get to hold her soft hands anymore or play with her precious black hair. I won't get to smile when my phone lit up with her name. My heart hurt when I saw the paramedics carry her body out. It was like someone tried to stab me but instead just poked me really hard. "Hey, son," A cop said as he sat down next to me. I looked at him teary-eyed. "I know this is hard but i need you to tell me what happened in your eyes" He said. I had to remember everything. "W-we...We all went out. Me, Manuel, Sofie, and Arina. We were going to seven eleven then we got into an argument with our old friend that was there and then we went home. Sofie stayed at Arina's house and I stayed at Manuels. Sofie wasn't answering any of my calls or texts so I asked Arina. We called her and told us she couldn't.." My voice broke. I started to cry.

       Tears rushed down my face. He rubbed my back, "It's okay, Take your time." He said. I took a deep breath and continued. "She told us she couldn't find her and she was going to check our old treehouse. That's where Sofie goes when she's upset. We met her there and we went up into the treehouse and I saw.... Her..."I spoke. I was crying harder now. It felt like I was going to puke my guts out. I put my head in the officer's chest and cried it all out. He patted my back. "It's okay son. Go home and rest. I'll be home later tonight." He said. "Okay, dad." I said. My face all snotty and wet.  I didn't even get to say bye to her. Why was she in the treehouse anyway? No one knew about it, but us. The police called Manuel and Arina's parents. I walked over to Arina. "Could you give me a ride home?" I asked. Honestly, I was scared. I was scared that if I walked by myself someone would kill me too. 

   She nodded a tear shedding from her face. I got in the passenger side of her car and pulled out my phone. Manuel got in the back. I texted Ashlyn.

Sofie's dead

 It took her a few minutes to reply. I think Ashlyn has a right to know.

what

        That was all she said. I didn't feel like typing the whole story. She could watch the news. I put my head on the window. I was still crying. Arina pulled up to my house. No one said bye. I understood though. I didn't even feel like saying bye. I opened the door and went straight to my room. I laid on my bed and started to cry even harder. I cried until it hurt. I thought crying would make everything better. I thought crying would make her come back. Crying doesn't fix anything though. It sure as hell makes your head hurt though. I wish she were here. She would hug me and tell me everything's okay. I always felt safe in her arms. I felt like she would always be there for me. Too catch me when I fall.

        I've fallen. She's not here to catch me. I fell asleep. I woke up around eight p.m. My face felt dry. I was thirsty and my head was pounding. I walked towards my door and went downstairs. I heard my mom and dad talking about her. I wasn't ever going to say her name anymore. I walked towards the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. "Mi pobre bebé" My mom screamed as she kind of ran towards me. She had on her high heels, so she couldn't run fully. She wrapped her arms around me in a hug. She smelt like Paris Hilton perfume. Her hugs were warm but not as warm as her hugs. "¿Estás bien mi amor?¿Necesitas algo?" She said, I shook my head. My mom only spoke Spanish, so I was forced to learn it as a kid. My mom doesn't want to learn English because she says her Mexican ancestors would be ashamed. "You have mail, son." My dad said. I grabbed the small white envelope on the dining table.

     I grabbed the plate of empanadas and yellow rice my mom made for me and walked up to my room. I put the plate on my desk and went over to my bed and sat down. The envelope was white with crumpled edges. It was from New York. I don't know anyone from NY but My Aunt.I assumed that she sent me more pictures from her trip to the museums. I tore the back open and pulled out the letter.