Horrible Human Beings

BROKEN HOUSE

I'm sorry. I just...Don't know how to continue.

I remember everything that happened that night. I just... Would rather not to.

She hung the phone and I stood. –I fell on my knees as fast as I heard the news-

The sun was almost fully up when I came out of the dorm at high speed.

The campus was completely silent and lonely. There wasn't a soul on sight and it gave me the creeps. I felt like I was in another world. Yeah, it had to be that. It wasn't real. It had to be a dream. Or better said.

A nightmare.

I took Jim's car to drive to the hospital, but as soon as I hit the gas and scrapped the paint against the fence going out of Oakwood's fields, I realized that I wouldn't be able to make the trip by myself.

I don't know if Jim would kill me when he saw his car. I didn't really care actually. I didn't even bother to listen to the people in the street that yelled things at me as I drove messily toward Jim's apartment.

By the time I stopped the car before the building's entrance my phone's battery had die again, so I climbed down and ran up. The security man almost stopped me when he saw me, but then he recognized me and let go.

As in every other situation where you feel the world is falling apart. Stairs get new steps, miles turn into continents and life becomes a faint hope. And the thing about hope is that it is based on uncertain possibilities.

Jim wasn't asleep. I guess that it didn't matter how much he tried to lay down on his bed. Sleep wouldn't come that easily after the crappy night that Sam gave him. Somehow I was relieved by that then, though a bit concerned too.

He opened the door and I broke.

I opened my mouth and I just croaked.

I said "Help me" But all I heard was a whimper.

And then I crumbled.

I'm not sure how I managed to asked him to take me home.

At first he thought that I meant my dorm, but after five minutes of listening to my nonsense he understood that I meant to my hometown.

It was then when his heart skipped a beat and he looked at me asking for Charlie.

I almost passed out when he said his name.

And with my breathing still hitched I found a way to shake my head.

"No" I whispered. "It is not him Jim! It can't be him!" I said frantically.

It wasn't Charlie. I just had lost any capability of communicating with other human being. Every time I tried to speak a word I just made a high pitched and scaring noise. But I knew the truth inside me, I just didn't know how to explain Jim that Charlie was okay. Well, of course he couldn't be okay.

Not after what happened.

The fresh air helped me. As soon as we left the city behind and the cool air of the woods met us, my breathing eased and I managed to say whatever thing crossed my mind to keep Jim awake while he drove.

I'm happy Mrs. Johnson likes gossiping so much. Because it helped me to see the whole picture and understand everything before getting a heart attack.

"You feeling better?" Jim asked when I finally calmed down and got my head out of the window to suck a breath.

I nodded.

"Did something happen to your parents?" He asked with hesitation.

I shook my head.

"Then was it.... Charlie?"