Take It Up With Somebody That Cares

Chapter 11: Vivian

I shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't have said that, I should've let her explain herself. It's been an hour, I should go apologize.

Cade is gone, so I leave a note.

Going back to Cierra's be back in a bit

-V

I jump down the four porch steps, and 'stuck the landing', whatever that's supposed to mean. I don't even go over to the crosswalk. But, who does? It's faded, so barely anyone can see it, especially not the cars.

I run across the street and start up the steep hill.

I remember the time the day before the first day of school in fourth grade. I was scootering down the sidewalk with Cierra. I hit a bump, and went flying. I blacked out for like five minutes, and I still have a scar on my knee.

Even though I was crying, and it was a pretty crummy day, it still was awesome. Cierra was there for me, and she helped me back down to my house. I wish things were still like that. We can still try to be friends. We can forget the past, I hope.

I walk down the pathway of their light blue house, and I hesitate before ringing the doorbell. I take a deep breath, and ring it. A few seconds later, her mom answers it.

"Hi Vivian, looking for Cierra?"

"Yeah. Is she here?"

"Yeah she's in her room." She opens the door and gestures for me to come in. I do so, and walk up the shiney new wooden floors. Weird. They must've renovated.

I see Cierra's door closed. I stand there, but I don't open it. I knock.

"Cierra, this is Vivian. Look, I know you probably don't want to talk to me, though," I take a deep breath. Apologies aren't my forte. "but I just wanted to apologize for before. I shouldn't have said what I said. I do care, and I shouldn't have told you to go away."

"Cierra? You there?" Weird she wasn't answering me.

"Cierra, I'm coming in unless you tell me not to, okay?" No reply.

"Okay, I'm coming in now."

I slowly turn the doorknob. The floorboards creak as I shift my weight. I open the door slightly, and poke my head in. I start walking in. She's not in her bed. She's probably just listening to music in her reading area.

Her reading area is like another section of her room. She has the main part, where she sleeps, and a small area to the side where she does a lot of her schoolwork.

I start walking towards the area, but then I stop. I see something. I wish I didn't. It was a hand. I didn't look past the wall. I knew it was her. I didn't want to see the rest of her body. Blood was on the floorboards. It had stained her rug.

I start sobbing. I have to tell her mom. I run downstairs.

"Vivian, what's wrong?" Cierra's mom walks towards me.

"Cierra... She... She..." I tried to talk between gasps. "She's dead!" I saw the look of horror on her face. She ran up stairs. I cried more.

I sat on the stairs. I heard her screams a few seconds later. Cierra committed suicide. She really is dead. And I never got to apologize.