A few days passed before a school meeting was held in the auditorium.
"We are very reluctant to say that a peer was found dead in his home earlier this week." An uneasy silence fell over the school and heads turned towards me, their accusing eyes told me that they already knew. Mr.McKenn met my eyes and read on.
"Ryan Hensworth was found dead in his home earlier this week, the cause of death is still unknown, but due to evidence found in his room, the police are assuming it was Over Dose." I let out a sigh and close my eyes. My throat choked up and I wanted to curl up into a small ball and cry. I looked over at Rylee who sat a few rows behind me, and I saw a tear stream down her cheek as the news finally hit everyone.
Some girls left the auditorium crying, others sat motionless, and some were sobbing in their seats.
Rylee quietly got up and left the auditorium.
Mr.McKenn cleared his throat "Meeting dismissed, please return to your classes." Slowly everyone got out of their seats and silently headed back to class. Only few talked, and it wasn't about the news.
Ryans funeral was set on May 3rd. As the date approached I realized more and more people believed Rylee's tales about me and believed that I really was the one that killed him.
The day before Ryan's funeral, my locker had a headstone poster with Ryan's face with his birth date and death date, a sticky note was attached to it that read:
Who's next?
-Rylee, see you in hell
I quickly tore the horrid poster from my locker and tore it into pieces so it was hardly recognizable. I threw the pieces into the trashcan and sat on the concrete floor crying.
Three girls passed by me and giggled, I heard their sharp tongues talk about the latest of how I killed Ryan Hensworth. "Then she stabbed his throat!" The two girls that surrounded her gasped, and quickly looked at me then dove into a deeper conversation that I wasn't able to comprehend.
Suddenly I saw Sarah hestiantly walk by me,
"Sarah!" I call out.
Sarah stopped suddenly in her tracks, and slowly turned around.
"Hey, uh, wanna hang out later?" I say, hope in my voice.
"Oh, no I gotta babysit tonight sorry." Her voice had no emotion and her eyes shot me accusing knives.
"Oh, then maybe another time."
"Yeah." Sarah walked away and was swooped by a group of other girls who chatted excitedly about her encounter with the murderer.
I sat back down and let my head fall between my knees and sobbed a little more before getting up and walking straight out the entrance doors.
I headed home and called the school saying that I was sick and couldn't make it to school today.
When I walked up to my bedroom a black dress rested on my bed.
I picked up the dress and threw it on the floor, I dove into my covers and wept until I fell asleep,
My mom woke me up the next day, there were tears in her eyes as she silently handed me the dress and told me to get ready.
I dressed slowly and did my makeup soft neutral colors to fit in with the dreary day. My mom drove me to the cemetery and told me that she wouldn't be able to stay as she had a patient that she needed to be with.
I nodded and got out of the car.
As I stepped out and walked closer to the reception heads turned towards me and many people scowled. Rylee dropped her glass of water and walked down the hill. I was automatically declared the unwelcome guest. No one spoke to me and everyone tried to distance themselves at least 10 feet away.
I sat in one of the chairs in the back row and hugged my knees to my chest.
At the end of the reception, everyone dropped a single rose on top of Ryan's coffin. I dropped a white rose and whispered "I'm so sorry. I love you Ryan rest in paradise baby." A single tear streamed down my face and I walked home with my mascara running from the tears streaming down my face.
When I got home no one was around. I saw my mom's medications on the counter and suddenly I knew what I had to do.
I opened the families medicine cabinet in search of Advil or ibuprofen. Finally I found a bottle of Advil and poured 8 pills onto my hand. I grabbed my phone and dialed Rylee's number.
"What do you want, bitch?" Rylee answered.
"Me." I say and I hung up.
"We'll see who the sorry one will be." I say and popped the pills one by one.
