I'm Already Dead

Chapter Eleven | Questions

Chapter Eleven | Questions

•Jennifer's POV•

I can't believe I just watched my best friend get carried away on a stretcher. It hurts so much to see her in such a condition. She didn't deserve it.

They would only let Catherine's mom in the ambulance. I wouldn't be let in, so I had to walk back home.

Once I got home, I told my mom everything that had happened. She was so shocked.

But one thing I had noticed as soon as Catherine was carried on that stretcher, I actually asked myself this question:

Where did Derek go?

I mean, he was right there, standing in front of me and Catherine before she stormed off into the street.

Wait... Could Derek be part of the blame for this even happening? I mean, she was mad at him in the first place, considering why she decided to storm off into the street so recklessly.

It got me kinda mad that Derek had to take part of the blame for angering Catherine. If he wasn't so stupid all the time this never would've happened.

I then asked my mom if we could go see  Catherine.

She sighed. "Jenny, it's 11:30 at night. Just... go to sleep, please."

Ugh. Well, it was pretty late and I was very tired. I just had to pray for Catherine and go to sleep. The fact that she wasn't going to be at school tomorrow didn't help me sleep though.

The Next Morning

I had already gotten ready, and I was sitting at the table, eating breakfast.

My dad walked over to me and said, "Jenny, why the long face? It's a great day!"

"Well, dad, it's my friend Catherine..."

"Oh yeah, I heard," my dad said. "I really hope the girl recovers, she was very nice."

"Yeah, I hope so too," I sighed.

I then finished my breakfast and headed out the door, and then I continued to walk to school.

Once I got to school, people started to ask me a lot of questions.

Is she okay?

What happened?

Who's Catherine?

Is she dead?

Who's fault was it?

Who hit her?

I really wasn't in the mood to answer any questions, so I just brushed people off that were trying to ask me questions. It was a little mean, I have to  admit, but none of the questions anyone had asked me was making me feel any better about it.

I went to class shortly after. After class, my teacher asked me to stay after class, and she said that she had heard about what happened last night, and asked me if I was alright.

I was honestly so fed up with all of these questions, and this isn't my proudest moment, but I snapped at her a little, and told her it was none of her business.

Like I said, not one of my best moments.