Cold Blue Eyes

Chapter 5: George's Memory

"I will always love you," she had told me. We were sitting on her back porch at a white table with birds chirping cheerfully from the trees. The sky was cloudless, painted a deep blue like Cindy's eyes. Green grass was strewn across the ground and rapturous flowers filled the garden with vibrant color. Everything was perfect. That was the last time I saw her before watching her get murdered before my eyes.

That night, I went over to Cindy's house as planned. When I arrived, the door was swinging open, and I noticed a sleek black car with tinted windows parked alongside the road in front of the house. Grey clouds flooded the sky.

I entered the house as thunder blasted above. All of the lights were off. At that moment a nervous tension entered me. I knew Cindy's parents weren't home, but who was here? Something wasn't right.

I traveled upstairs calling Cindy's name, feeling a strange sense of dread for reasons I didn't know. 

"George." Rick stood in front of Cindy's room witha smirk on his face. Either it was just me or his smile held an evil tint in it. 

"Oh, hey, what are you doing here?" I wondered. Right then, I didn't suspect anything. Why would I? We'd been best friends our entire lives. However, I was not comforted by his presence.

"Oh nothing." A mischievous tone lurked in his voice.

"What's going on? Where's my girlfriend?"

"Oh, she's in here. Please come have a seat."

"Um... okay." I entered Cindy's room. The window was wide open letting in a frosty breeze. The transparent curtains flowed with the breeze in what seemed to be a ghost-like manner. I sat down in a little wooden chair. Rick had vanished.

He returned with wine. "Cheers to us both," he said.

I took a drink. Not being used to wine, I gagged at the bitter taste. Confusion whirled throughout my mind. "So where is Cindy? What's going on?"

Suddenly, drowsiness took over me. Dizziness swirled around my head, and the cup of wine dropped from my hand as darkness consumed my sight.

Next thing I knew, I was tied to the chair with rope. Rick pulled Cindy out from the bathroom, who was also tied up in rope. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. "Rick, what are you doing? Is this some kind of joke? 'Cause it's not funny!"

"Oh, it's no joke," he replied.

"George!" Cindy cried. I could never forget the desperation in Cindy's voice. 

There was hope. I had a pocket knife in my back pocket. After much struggle, I grabbed, unsheated it, and started sawing through the ropes. Cindy's cries were unbearable.

"Traitor!" Rick yelled.

"Rick, don't do this. Pleeease," she bawled. "Rick please..."

"You think your cries will stop anything. They only add to my satisfaction, you bitch!"

If I could have just gotten the ropes off in time, I could have saved her. I could've done it! I was dripping in sweat as panic swept through my body at what Rick might do to her.

Before I was free, he stabbed his knife right through her mouth. Blood gurgled from her chokes. She collapsed, vomiting red fluids all over the carpet over and over again while laying on the floor, suffocating. Blood gushed out as her entire body went through a series of convulsive spasms. Finally, her precious life slipped away. I gazed into her frozen blue eyes.

It was like Rick had stabbed my soul. He took away a part of me. Cindy was everything to me. A black hole eroded my soul and consumed everything that had ever given me the slightest bit of joy. From there, a demon grew and unleashed its fury.

"You're next." Rick smiled at me. The devil lingered in his eyes.

At that moment, I burst out of my chair and slammed Rick's body against the wall. He fell down, over come with shock.

"I'll fucking kill you!" I screeched. "I can't believe you did that you fucking monster!" I shoved my little knife deep into his shoulder and watched as he yelped with pain. 

Although he carried an actual knife, my rage was too much for him. I chased him out of the house until he drove away, leaving me collapsed in the middle of the road, sobbing.

Everyone found out. But Rick was no where ot be found. He had vanished. My family moved. Still, every night was living hell because nightmares of Rick and Cindy haunted me every night. I always woke up screaming with my parents at my bed side, unable to calm me down. Finally, we all decided to have my memory erased.

I was afraid to lose all of my childhood memories, which even now I can't recall, and I didn't want to lose my precious memories of Cindy and I, yet I did. Rick's betrayl put such shock into my body that I became extremely paranoid about every little thing. Vivid images of Cindy's corpse appeared everywhere. A dark hole sucked away every bit of love I had left, so I became a complete ass to everyone.

The memories became too painful to bear. They never left me alone. I couldn't handle it, so in the end, my memory was erased. I was only 16. 

But that didn't solve things. From that point on, I had the same nightmares and images haunting me. The only difference was that I couldn't identify their meaning. It only brought many more years of torture into my life.

During all of my thoughts, I pack my bags. Before the police arrive, I get into my car and drive away. I'm never coming here again. I just drive. I don't look back.