Dead Love

Chapter 4

I don't know what month it is, let alone the day or time, but that's okay because I don't want to know how long its been since - wince - he's been dead. I can't say his name for fear of losing it. Jessica brings my work home from school because I can't bear to leave my house. She should be stopping by any second now so I go over to the window and check. Yep, there she is pulling in. She doesn't even bother knocking, she has a key so she lets herself and comes up to my room. Jessica -of course- walks through the door like a model, wearing a tight blue blouse with skinny jeans and leather boots that have a heel, myself on the other hand am only wearing pajama pants and a light blue tank top.

"Get up, now." Jessica demanded. She was going through my drawers looking at clothes and throwing options on my bed for some reason, unknown to me. I couldn't believe she was asking like my mom, obviously my own mom failed at that. So why was she trying to get me to leave? "I said 'Get up, now.' Did you not hear me or are you becoming deaf too?" I looked at her like she was crazy. But of course she continued. "I know he's dead but the moping and acting like your life is over needs to stop, Zaffina. Now. If roles were reversed you would've already had me out of bed at least a week ago. I'm tired of acting like a good friend who supports this. So like I said before get up off your lazy ass and do something with your life again."

I was shocked. Completely and utterly shocked. How could my best friend say that? She knew what he meant to me and she has the nerve to say that. Jessica glanced at me. "Yeah I know you're shocked I said that but it's true! Put these clothes on we're going somewhere. You have 20 minutes to get ready. So hurry." Okay, by this point I knew arguing was hopeless. She was going to drag me out of my own house in my pajamas if I wasn't ready. I owed it to her to at least look semi-decent wherever we were going. Jess walked out of my room and slammed the door to give me some privacy, I guess.

I got out of bed and changed into the black t-shirt, dark blue jeans and black leather heels she set out for me. I didn't bother taking a shower because well what was the point. I was just going to come back and go into my own little world again. All I got to say is my fantasy is sure better than reality. Any day.

Leaving my room was hard for me, considering I hadn't left it in at least 2 weeks. I quickly ran down the stairs to meet Jess in her car. I swear she hasn't cleaned that cars since she got it. Over a year ago. It had wrappers all over the soda-stained white -now brown- carpet, the backseat had boxes of CDs overflowing it, it was terrible. "You need to clean this car, Jess. It's bad." That's when you know you haven't talked in ages. My voice cracked badly and it was barely audible. "I'll get to it." She said.

"Where are we going, Jess?" I asked. "You'll see, hon." She said. I looked at where the roads where taking us hit got bored. It was probably something stupid to cheer me up like laser tag or a pizzeria or something of the sort that I used to love as a kid. As we pulled up to the place I knew it was a mistake. It had to be. Jess couldn't do this to me. She wouldn't. At least up until this point I didn't think so. Now I'm not so sure. How could she?! My own best friend betrayed me, in a way unimaginable. I mean think about it. This was the worst possible place in the Milky Way to take me. Yet, she did it. What other place to bring me to than the forbidden;

Jared's funeral.