Dark or Light?

Chapter 33

I lay on the floor of my living room with my good arm spread out to my side and my bad arm lying across my chest in silence. Everyone else is at work or school, so it's just me that's home. After the "accident" with Aiden and his parents, school was canceled for the rest of the week to give everyone time to mourn the loss of a fellow student and staff member. And while there are some people that are actually mourning, most people are viewing this break as a long weekend. Most people aren't mourning, at all. And I'm one of those people.

I cried, last night, but only because the realization of what I've done hit me. I killed three more people. Now, I lay on the floor, feeling numb, empty, nothing. I don't feel guilty or any remorse, but I don't feel happy or sad or angry, either. I don't feel anything. And honestly, it's kind of nice. I've been feeling a lot of things, lately, and this is a nice break.

The silence is broken by my phone going off. Gemma. I roll my eyes before picking it up and answering.

"Yeah?"

"How are you holding up?"

I sigh. "Fine. How many times are you going to ask me that, this week?"

"I'll keep asking until you tell the truth."

"What are you talking about?" What am I supposedly lying about?

"There's no way you're fine. You use to practically be in love with him and now he's dead."

"Yeah. So?"

"So?! Damzel, he's dead! Even if you hated him before he died, he was still one of our classmates and I know you still cared about him."

"Nope. I honestly couldn't care less. I think he got what was coming to him." And I'm the one that gave it to him.

"You think he deserved to die a fiery death?"

"I think he deserved to go through a fiery hell the way I went through Hell because of him. That's what I think."

Gemma sighs. "Are you going to the funeral?"

"When is it?"

"Today. In a couple hours, actually."

"Sure. I guess I should get ready, here soon."

"Alright. Do you want a ride?"

"I have a car, remember? I don't need a ride."

"Mom wanted me to ask, so I did."

"Alright."

"See you at the funeral."

"See you."

I hang up and set my phone down. I go down to the laundry room and grab a black tank top and a pair of black shorts. Not the most appropriate outfit for a funeral, but it's the best I've got. Plus, I don't really care. I'll wear black out of respect, but that's the most respect they're getting from me. I grab a towel and head back upstairs. I walk into the bathroom and undress for a shower. I turn on the water and the fan before hopping in.

20 minutes later and I hop out feeling clean and refreshed. I start to dry myself off with the towel when I hear a knock at the front door. Instead of getting fully dressed to answer the door, though, I just wrap my towel around my body and head out. I walk down the stairs and, without looking through the peep-hole, I open the door.