High Heels and Lip Gloss

Chapter Six

Chapter Six

When I wake up, the first person I see is Jake. His eyes are knit into a frown, and I can tell that something is wrong.

"Jake?" I ask.

He looks down, startled. "Oh you're awake," he says. He glances to the corner where my mom, dad and Jasmine are standing.

"I'll uh, leave you to it," he says, and then he leaves the room.

I watch him leave and then look questingly at my parents and Jasmine.

"What does he mean, 'I'll leave you to it?'" I ask, dreading the answer.

Mom and dad move towards me.

"Honey," says dad sadly, "Sophie died."

Those three words hit me straight in the gut.

"You're lying," I say.

"No, honey, we're not," says mom wrapping her arms around me.

"Yes you are! I just saw her! She's going to be fine!" I shout.

"Honey, she's dead. There was internal bleeding inside," says dad.

"No there wasn't! Stop saying that! She's fine!" I shout, shoving moms arms away and running down the hall to Sophie's room.

Nurses cast sympathetic looks at me as I run to Sophie's room.

Finally I reach her door. I burst in, and reach her side.

"Sophie. Sophie! You can't leave me here all alone! Don't leave me Sophie! Wake up! Wake up!" I scream, shaking her cold hand.

"Wake up! You can't leave me! I need you!" I scream. I bury my he's in her chest, no longer feeling the warmth I usually do. Or did.

Dad has wrapped his arms around me and is hugging me tight, whispering to me that it's going to be alright, she's in a better place.

"I don't want her in a better place, I want her here!" I sob, crumpling to the ground.

The doctors and nurses try to calm me down, but I am uncontrollable. Finally, one says something to my dad that I can't make out and he nods. Then I feel the needle go into my arm and I black out.

When I come back to the earth, I am home. In my bed. Where it's safe.

I remember that Sophie is dead and I want my mommy. Now.

I call out her name. No answer. I call louder, almost screaming.

She bursts into my room.

I stare at her and know that I can't cry now. I must be strong for her. I open my mouth to say something like a joke about how now Sophie won't be able to go to modeling camp, but all that comes out is a sob.

She walks over and wraps her arms around me. He lets me cry on her shoulder for a while and then looks at me.

"The funeral is tomorrow. The funeral home is letting us use a casket," she says.

"Can I see Sophie?" I ask.

"Yes. But then she'll have to go to have her body prepared for the funeral," she replies. "She's in her room."

I walk down the hall to Sophie's bedroom and go in.

She is laying on the bed, looking as though she'd be asleep if she wasn't so pale. And those ugly bruises.

I walk over to her and take her hand in mine. I stroke her cold cheek, as though trying to wake her. I sit there for an hour. I fall asleep once and when I wake up her body is gone. She has gone to be prepared.

I am about to break down and cry when I remember her last words to me. "Crying won't make it better," she had said.

She's right. It won't. But right now that's all I do. I run to my bedroom and jump in my bed and cry myself to sleep.

~sorry it's a short chapter I'm tired I'll write more tomorrow. Savannah~