The Truth

Chapter Three

Kally's P.O.C:

It was 3 in the afternoon and I was still tucked into bed. It had been three months since Iris had passed and it seemed like I barely had enough energy to do anything. I had packed up Iris' belongings a few days after she had passed and sent them out to her parents in Washington. They flew out to California had a funeral planned the week after but I hadn't attended. I knew that I wouldn't be able to take it and would have broken down. I still haven't even visited her grave site yet. It was just too hard for me.

I was startled by the shrilling ring of my phone. I had gotten a lot of phone calls since Iris' death but had ignored most of them. I knew what most of them would say. They would say that they were sorry for my loss and that they were here for me but I didn't want to hear that. The only time I answered my phone was when it was my sister. She had also came over a few times and brought dinner and watched movies with me. She acted normal and I liked that. I just wanted normalcy in my life.

I reached over and picked up my phone from the night stand beside me. It was my sister.

"Hello?" I croaked.

"Kally? Are you still in bed? You need to get up."

"I don't have anything to do today. Just leave me be."

"Actually, you do have something to do today," her voice piped up, "I'm having a party tonight and I want you to come."

"I don't do parties," I groaned. I really didn't want to attend a party tonight.

"Well tonight you do. The party starts at six. I'll be over to pick you up at five thirty. Wear something nice."

I hung up and fell back into my covers. I didn't want to go out. I didn't want to be stared at and known as the girl whose best friend was killed. I didn't want to get the sympathy looks and the small smiles. I just wanted to feel normal. I groaned and crawled out of my bed. I had two hours to get ready. I put on my Passion Pit record and walked over to my closet. I didn't have many dresses since I wasn't much of a party-goer. I went through all of my clothes until I came across a black lace casual dress. I had decided to wear that since It seemed like one of my nicer and casual dresses. I shrugged on the dress and looked at myself in the mirror. The dress hung loosely around my waist. I sighed. None of my clothes fit right anymore. My body looked awkward and scrawny. I didn't have the curves that I used to have. I spent all my time laying in bed and sleeping that I rarely ate anymore.

I went to the bathroom and finished getting ready. I did a casual winged eyeliner and applied mascara to my eyelashes. I also put on a dark shade of red lipstick. I loosely curled my long brown hair and finished by spritzing a little perfume on. This was the best that I had looked in weeks. I spent most of my time in sweats and my hair in a bun and never really bothered to look nice anymore.

I heard my doorbell ring and mentally prepared myself for this party. I grabbed my black flats and threw my phone and wallet into a black sling over purse and hurried to the door.

"Holy crap, Kally. You look hot," my sister gaped at me.

"Thanks, Jessica, " I shyly accepted the compliment, "Where's this party at?"

"Robert rented out a hotel so we're having it there."

Robert was Jessica's boyfriend. They've been dating for three years now and things were starting to get really serious between them.

"What's the party for?"

"You'll find out soon enough. Come on," Jess grabbed my hand and led me to her car.

Jess tried to make small conversation on our way to the hotel but I replied to everything with short and simple answers. I wasn't really in the mood to engage in conversation.