Soul Trap

Chapter 7: Tears

3:39am Tuesday, July 12th

Scarlett sobbed hard into her soft, but tear soaked pillow. No matter how hard she tried she could not stop crying. She was crying when she left his house, she was crying while she was walking home, and when she got home, she continued to bawl. It's been fifteen minutes since she stuffed her head against the pillow.

You killed him and Murderer the voices would repeat over and over inside her head, only making her cry even harder.

Not to mention there was a freshly carved "30 days left" in her flesh. She felt awful.

***
5:02pm Wednesday, July 13th

The next day consisted of the same thing as the night before.

Her phone buzzed quietly on the table beside her. She picked her head up long enough to see the message through her blurry vision.

Pat: "U ok?"

She sat up and rubbed her eyes a bit, before picking up the phone to respond.

Scar: "Not really..."
Pat: "Do u wanna meet?
Scar: "Why would i want to do that?"
Pat: "Just thought id ask"

Scarlett set her phone down and cried for a few more minutes before picking it back up.

Scar: "Meet me at the spot we used when we were younger"

***
7:07pm

When she arrived at the White Sands Beach, Pat was already there. He sat in the cooling sand, and dug his bare feet in. The colours of dusk were just appearing in the skies. The sun would go down soon.

He looked up at her as she walked down the beach towards him.

"Hey." He said flashing a rarely seen smile.

"...Hey." Scarlett managed.

Patrick pointed at the spot beside him, indicating her to sit down. Scarlett did so, but hesitantly.

After an uneasy silence, Pat spoke.

"I'm not gonna make you talk about what's wrong, but I want you to know that I'm here for you."

Scarlett could feel him looking at her, but she couldn't bring herself to meet his eyes.

***

He could tell by the look on her face that Scarlett was deeply troubled.

"I did something really bad..." Scarlett mumbled sullenly. "...And I don't know what to do..."

Pat stayed quiet for a moment, searching for the right words to use.

"I'm sure you had a reason for what you did and all I can say is do what you have to do. Things can be tough, but let your doubts and disbeliefs become your hopes and dreams."

"Whoa, easy there Mr. Almighty master of poems." She said sarcastically.

He shrugged and smiled. He was just winging it and it seemed to be working.

"So you think that if I really try, I can get Bryce Anderson to like me?" She asked.

Pat paused and barely stopped his jaw from dropping. Is she serious?