Darkest Twists

Chapter 2

I stood there, speechless, staring at my mother. I watched as she fell to the ground. I didn't know what to do as I watched the blood ooze everywhere. I fell to my knees. Everything around me started spinning uncontrollably. No tears were falling, which wasn't as shocking as I thought. I was never much of a cryer, but still, this is my mother. I just witnessed her commit suicide. As I sat there staring, my dad suddenly came barging through the door. "What happened? Is everyone alri-" his sentence cut off as he looked inside the bedroom. He started to grab me, cover my eyes, and pull me from the view of my mother's corpse in the middle of the floor. He pulled out his phone and called 911. Before the cops could get there, the neighbors were there, wondering what happened. My dad explained, and as I sat outside quietly, they would trade subtle glances with each other, and at me. The cops finally arrived, questioned everyone, but when it came time to question me, I wouldn't budge nor speak. My mind was still swirling, and I could hardly breathe. Without my being questioned, they had no choice but to take me and my dad into custody. They kept him in questioning, because of my state of shock, I was in an isolated room, with a couch, blinds, and even a mini fridge. I laid on the couch, hoping that in the morning it would all be a bad dream. As I lay there, thinking of everything that had happened, I bursted into tears. The pressure, the pain, even the envy, of my mother's death had finally hit me, and I cried myself to sleep.

~The Next Morning~

I woke up covered in sweat and a wet towel on my forehead. I wouldn't doubt it if I was screaming in my sleep all night. I looked around the room, my eyes set on a girl staring back at me, expectantly. She had long brown hair and big green eyes, and looked a little excited and worried at the same time. "Hi, I'm Lola! Are you alright? I'm so sorry about what happened! Is there any way I could help?" Whoa. This girl is a chatterbox... She seems to mean well.

"I'm alright, I guess..." I said it a little shyly, but she is a stranger, after all. "Not to be rude, but why are you here?"

"Oh, my mom works here. She's an officer, and she brought me to try and help you through this and feel more comfortable." Wow this girl isn't afraid to talk, is she?

"Alright. I guess that makes sense." I wasn't really in the mood for company, I just wanted to curl up and go back to sleep.

"Can I get you anything? Are you thirsty? Do you have a headache? I could get some Tylenol, if you want." Lola was already at the mini fridge pulling out a sprite. I guess I just have to make the best of this, and at least try to get along with her. She seems the complete opposite of me. Well you know what they say, opposites attract.

"Sure, I could use something to drink. Anymore sprites?" I tried to sound upbeat as he pulled out another sprite and tossed it to me. Being my clumsy self, I tried to catch it and missed. When the sprite hit the floor, it busted open and sprayed everywhere, and of course, we screamed. An officer came to check on us, and upon seeing the mess, offered we go to the park or something while they cleaned it up. We agreed, thinking it would be a good chance to clear our heads, or mine, at least.

We were at the park, bored out of our minds, so to help with things, Lola decided to ask me some questions about myself. Going along with it, I asked her some questions too. We actually had a lot in common. All of a sudden my stomach growled at us. "Oh... You haven't had breakfast yet, have you? And here it is almost lunch." I put my hand over my stomach, trying to get it to be quiet.

"I'm not hungry."

"Your stomach says other wise."

"Fine, I'm not in the mood to eat."

"Come on, you have to eat something or you'll shrivel up and-" She stopped, thinking about my mother. We both stayed quiet for a moment, which I bet was a world record for her not talking. She looked real sad because I wouldn't eat.

"Fine, if we can stay a little longer, I'll eat something when we leave." She jumped up in joy and agreed. Then she realized we weren't leaving yet and laid back down. For a few hours, we lay there, watching clouds and listening to music. She'd tell stories about her life and things she loved. I listened, trying not to feel dead inside, trying not to cry, or get mad with jealousy. Sometimes she'd talk about how she wish she weren't here, and I'd tell her something about my life, which shut her up quickly.

Finally we went back to the station, after her begging for twenty minutes. When we got there, I found the police had stopped questioning my dad, and I decided to tell them what happened. It was around dinner time, and like I promised Lola, I ate something. It wasn't much, but it was enough to make her happy.