"Hasz, listen to me carefully" The smile refused to leave my face although it was strange of her to call in the middle of the night, adding to the list she sounded serious, something was off the track in her tone.
"Karishma, where were you the whole day? I was worried sick, a phone call or message would have helped, do you get it?" I started to lecture her without taking a breath and sat down on the floor with knees close to my chest and back against the frame of my bed.
"Are you done?" she asked me with a cold tone and super weird.
"Yes idiot, tell me what happened and where are you and why are you calling in the middle of the night? I showered her with another round of questions out of concern. No answer from his side.
"Karishma, are you there?" I whispered and checked the phone.
"Karishma?" I stood up as she did not answer a cold feeling crept up through my body. What if she is in danger, what if someone...? No, that is not possible, I am overthinking again.
What if?
I was about to think of another horrible situation Karishma might be trapped in, suddenly I heard her voice "See, we don't have much time, can you meet me at the abandoned graveyard next to my house"
She spoke with a calm tone leaving me confused "Wait, why do you want me to come to a graveyard in the middle of the night, did something happen?" I swallowed and asked her.
"Hasz, if you are my best friend then you will show up without asking too many questions, do you think I would pose a threat to you?" She switched back to her cold tone and I could already imagine her with a frown.
"But tell me-" Before I could ask her another question she hung. Just like every time, my mind wandered off to think about a dozen possibilities as to why Karishma would call me to come over to the graveyard, did her cat die in the middle of the night or something like that, or she is acting all gloomy to prank me, Karishma would never do that to me.
"Karishma, what is wrong?" I murmured under my breath and held my ground for about a minute or so, still confused whether to sneak out or not. Damn it, I need to help Karishma right now. My mind and body came upon an agreement and I navigated through the messy wardrobe next to my desk. I picked out a plain black hoodie to go with my peach-colored t-shirt.
Now, what, I thought, sneaking out from the front would be too risky. Mentally face-palmed and glanced at the window, a small potted plant placed near the frame. I never knew there was a plant by my window. Damn, that is terrible.
Anyways the window was the only option left. Quickly climbed on my bed, carefully placed the plant on the bed and opened the window and cold air entered the room, it is one storey fall, I gulped and quickly climbed out of the window on the roof, almost losing balance, I have to aim at soft grass and pray that I would land on my feet with no bones broken. Once in seventh grade, I did try to sneak out and that was horrible because I ended with an ankle sprain and bed rest for two weeks. This time I need to balance and calculate things out, without further thinking, I jumped off and thankfully landed on my feet with the hands-on soft grass for support. I pushed my hands and flinched as my ankles hurt a little.
No. I mentally cursed as I forgot my phone on the bed. There is no way I am climbing back now.I quickly cast an eye over my surroundings and saw dim lights in the living room, mom is still awake which would be trouble.
Without making much noise I exited the backyard through a wooden door.
Covering my hair under the hoodie and continued to walk along the sidewalk, everything was eerily silent only the bark of the dog was audible in some distance. Karishma lives five blocks away, with her house at the far end, close to the graveyard. I passed by Karishma's indigo-colored house with a black door, dew resting on green grass, the lights were turned off, I took another left, and there it was the dark and gloomy graveyard. I saw a figure by the gate of the graveyard. Karishma, I sprinted across the road and she waved a hand at me, a smile on her face. She's wearing navy blue jeans and a black hoodie, her hair over her forehead with a shovel in her hand.
