Stuck in the 50s (girlxgirl)

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Carolina POV

Brooklyn POV

"There's been an accident."

I don't know why I decided to go swimming that day. I guess it was just the blazing sun. I was lucky to have a pond behind my house.

"What happened?!" I rushed over to my parents with my heart poundin'. Somethin' really bad had happened. I could tell.

That water was just so cool and refreshing.

"Brooklyn went for a s-swim today."

I was having such s good time. The sky was so clear and so blue. Like Carolina's eyes. Then I felt a tug on my ankle. I looked down to see my anklet caught on a root.

"I guess her anklet just got c-caught on somethin'."

No! I knew where this was goin' but it couldn't be true!

It looked like I could get it loose if I tugged so I tried but it wouldn't budge. I began to panic.

"They think it was a r-root or somethin' and she couldn't get it off."

No. No. Not the anklet I gave her. No! This couldn't be happenin'.

Now I was losing air fast and my fingers weren't working right. I couldn't get it off! I tugged desperately but it was no use.

"Th-they found her b-body floating in the pound behind her house."

NOOO!

My world was going black around the edges and I stopped trying. I accepted it.

"She-"

As my eyes slipped shut my very last thought...

"Honey she-"

Was Carolina.

"She's-"

And how much I loved her.

"She's dead!"

My throat was constrictin'. I couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. Couldn't speak. I turned and stumbled down the hallway as my vision blurred with tears. My bare feet slapped against the pavement and I didn't care that ut was gettin' dark. I ran and ran as fast as my feet would carry me.

I felt like my heart was jumpin' out of my throat. I stopped finally at the side of the road and leaned against a tree. I screamed and slammed my fist against it. How could this happen?! It was all my fault! That stupid anklet I gave her killed her! I killed her!

I killed her.

She was my soulmate. The love of my life.

And I killed her.

The world was in slow motion. It didn't even feel real. I had heard people talk about things feelin' like a dream, but I didn't know what they meant until now. It really felt like a dream. It couldn't be real. It just couldn't!

I took of runnin' again and ended up at a house.

Her house.

Brooklyn's house.

I wanted to turn around and run off but an invisible force was propellin' me forward and I couldn't stop movin'. My feet slapped against the marble walkway and I eventually was on the porch, in front of the door.

The force made me ring the doorbell too and I caught a glimpse of my reflection. My mascara was smeared and streaked down my face. How could it be that just earlier today I was with Brooklyn, kissin' and laughin' and now she was gone?

The door flung open and there stood a snifflin', tired Mrs. Valentine. "Carolina." She said, clearly tryin' to hold back a sob.

Suddenly the words left my mouth before I could stop them. "Is Brooklyn here?"

What are you doing!? I screamed at myself. She's dead! You know that!

I tried to apologize but it was like my logic was trapped inside. I knew she was gone, but it was almost as if I was possessed. Like someone else had just said that sentence.

Suddenly sobs wracked Mrs. Valentine's petite frame.

"I'm sorry." I whispered. Then I turned on my heel and dashed down the marble path and kept runnin'.

This time I ended up at Gramma Ruth's house and I didn't even knock. I just bursted in.

"Dolly." She said gently showin' she knew what happened.

"Gramma!" I cried, leapin' into her arms and sobbin'. "Gramma she's gone. She's gone and it's all my fault I gave her the anklet!" I pulled back and wiped my face.

"Nonsense, Dolly." She said, snifflin' a bit herself. "You know that ain't true. You know."

"If she wasn't wearin' the anklet she wouldn't be dead!" I shrieked. "So it's my fault!"

Gramma Ruth shook her head. "No, Dolly, no no no. Stop that this minute or you will destroy yourself. I did the same thing when my husband died and it did no good. It was harmful, in fact."

"Well I can't stop feelin' like its my fault! I can't help it."

"Of course you can. You had no way of knowin' what would happen so there, it ain't your fault."

I sighed shakily. "I guess... But Gramna Ruth, how do I do this? How can I get through this it's so awful!"

"I know, but you will get through it. I promise." And with that she pulled me into another hug.

AN: This was really unexpected, I know. And I'm sorry that it's so sad but it was planned from the beginning. Love you guys.

- G. Schreiber

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