Unsolved Mysteries *stopped*

5. Friday

"NO!" I scream sitting up straight. I'm sweating, shivering, my breathing is heavy and my throat is dry. I rub my eyes and try to swallow the big lump in my throat. I want to swallow away the tears, but unfortunately, they already started shedding.

I dreamed how i waited for Brian. I sat at that bar for about two hours waiting. I called him, he didn't answer. I texted him, he didn't answer. After some drunk guy tried to get his hands under my shirt i left. Brian was dead by then. For a reason i still don't know. Who could've done that? That's what I'd been asking myself for several years now. No answer.

I wipe the tears away. Crying now won't help anybody. It won't bring Brian back to live.

Flashback:

"Hey, Ophelia Jensen." I talk into my phone absently. I'm currently studying for an exam next week. Brian was supposed to help, but i haven't seen him in three days. What is that Gaylord up to? He never minds if i call him 'Gaylord', because he always says "I'm gay and proud of it. Why would anybody dislike homosexuals? We're cute." I always laugh and agree, i mean, what girl doesn't want a gay best friend?

"Officer Brody speaking. I'm sorry to tell you Brian Bloom's body was found early this morning by a homeless man in..." I blink. Is this a freaking joke? Brian's body? As in... "He can't be dead." I hardly whisper. "It can't be. That's impossible!" Suddenly the world seems to spin. The phone falls to the floor. A scream escapes my throat. My best friend can't be dead. This must be some sort of misunderstanding. I let myself glide towards the floor. The officer is still talking through the phone, but i don't listen. I really don't want to listen. I block my ears with my hands, my eyes are wide and tears are rolling out of them like a waterfall. I start sobbing until my stomach hurts. That's when i hurry to the bathroom to empty all my stomach contents.

(End of Flashback)

The library is busy. It's a Friday after all. The children stop by for a book to read during the weekend, the parents come along and borrow one or two as well. There's always something going on on Fridays. It's always been that way and it will always be that way. The noise seems to be ten times as loud as usual though. I tried to dress in a way to conceal my tiredness, meaning I'm wearing a grey dress, black high heels and a small silver watch. Some makeup to cover my dark circles. An elegant, natural look.

I take a deep breath and make my way towards the counter.  

"Hey, Ophelia."  

"Hey, Beth."  

I have a terrible headache a.k.a. hangover from the beer last night. Perfect. Absolutely perfect. I close my eyes, maybe draining out all the light will help. It doesn't. I open my eyes again and sigh. "Everything alright?" Beth's eyes mirror her concern, but she knows just as well as i do, why i feel like crap.  

"I'm going to my office. Too much noise." Beth nods.  

"You look better than you feel."  

I smile at her. "Thanks."

Somebody knocks on my door. "Knock knock. Somebody home?" I look up from my paperwork and rub my eyes. "Yes, come in." Hearing my own voice, i sound terrible. Tired. The door opens and Niall sticks his head through the opening. He is wearing a pair of black jeans, an orange jumper and the leather jacket he had on during the fight on Wednesday. I groan. I actually believed he'd leave me alone.

After what happened yesterday, i didn't think I'd see him again. Bad guess.  

"Hey."  

I snort. A very unladylike sound, but I'm tired, I'm under pressure, I've got work, i have a hangover, I'm hungry and basically, i feel like shit.