Autocorrect

Chapter 6: Don't let him in

As  the darkness comes for me,
and silence sings it's song.
Will you reach out to help me,
or simply  sing along?

Let him in? Well, I guess that it couldn't hurt... I open the door wider, to allow him in. But, something stops me, it's as if it's my will, or some shit.
"Um, no. Sorry, it's not a good time." I say for the last time, and slam the door in his face.
I slump down on the mat at my front door and cry. I stay here for a while, and realize that since Zach's death, I haven't truly cried, which seems a little odd, but now, I'm making up for the lost time, and times where I should've cried but didn't. It seems as if I've cried for ages, when I finally get up from the ground, and look outside. Aaron's still there, like he had never left, standing up as straight as could be, almost proud.
I don't know what to do, and panic. I'm looking franticly around my house for something, anything that can get me out of this situation, but there's nothing here, it's as if my house had been raided, there's nothing. The world is bleak and blank.
Like my mind, I can't think of anything to say or do. So, I sit down in my hammock chair, where he can't see me, and google: 'how to hunt a killer that's hunting you.' But nothing comes up, well nothing good at least, for the most part, gaming strategies appear on my iPhone screen.
I'm screwed now, aren't I?
Right then, I hear it. I hear him, from outside, banging on the door and saying,
'but. babe, let me in, it's about time already.'
'c'mon honey, let me in, you won't regret it.' Just from his voice, I can tell that he's grinning to himself, what's wrong with him? And why is he so fascinated with me?
His voice stops, and it's silent. No movement from myself, and no banging outside. Until I hear the doorbell ring. It startles me, and for a few seconds, I don't dare move. It's until I hear Vincent's voice that I slowly, but cautiously move up from my seat, to creep to the window.
"I-is i-it actually, y-y-you? I say even more cautiously.
"Oh, Amber, it's okay it's just me." This should've thrown me off, because it seemed too obvious. But, even if it was only Aaron, it's nothing that I couldn't handle, right?
So, I brace myself for impact as I open the door, but it turns out, it was just Vincent.
I'm so relieved to see him, that I immediately run out the door and hug him.
"Vincent! Did you see Aaron on the way out? Was he there?" I ask hesitantly, almost wanting him to say yes, and that he beat him up, on the way here.
"No? I didn't see him once." Vince says questioningly. "But, I did manage to see the Ben and Jerry's ice cream shop, when I drove over here!" He says more reassuringly, bringing out my favourite flavour, chocolate chip cookie dough.
"Wow, my best friend is a lifesaver!" I exclaim, a little calmer now, that he's here.
"Well, I guess that we have to eat all of this ice cream before it melts, because it felt as though I was waiting on your porch for ages!" He laughs.
"Stop it!" I fake punch his shoulder. This is how it generally goes between us, it's always so easy to talk to him, that conservation comes so naturally. I'm always happy when Vincent's around because I know that I can talk to him about anything and that he'll give me the truthful answer, but today's different, I know that I have to ask him about what Zach wrote in the letter, but I don't want to ruin my Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough mood.
"So, Vince, how's school been?" I ask awkwardly.
"Well, it's school, right? Just not the same without you around though." He smiles. What's he trying to avoid? I wonder.
"What about Zach's absence? Is it affecting the music geeks?" Okay, I know it's bad to call them the music geeks, but they are! And it's adorable, it's one of the many things that I loved about Zach. He was just always, so into his music, and plus, it made him happy. I loved to see him, happy.
"I guess so. Didn't really notice." Vincent says coolly.
"Didn't really notice?!" That's it. I'm mad now. "He died, Vincent! If you haven't noticed. He died in school! Of course people are upset, how could you not have noticed?!" I blurt out, not regretting one word.
"Maybe it's because I was his friend too! And I haven't been at school these past few days either!" He shouts at me.
"Vince." I say softer. "I didn't know that you two were, friends?" I say cautiously. I knew that they occasionally said hi in the hallways to each other, but besides that, weren't exactly the best of friends. I mean, it was clear to anyone.
"Yeah, I can be friends with your friends too, you know?" He says meanly. "Well, I mean I could've been. I guess that I can't anymore, because he's dead." He spits at me.
"Get out," I say with my head down. Not wanting to look at him.
"No, Amber I didn't mean it like that, you were mad, I wa-"
"I said, get out." I say again, more firmly, trying to hold back my tears.
"Bu-"
"Get OUT!" I shout at him, losing the ounce of patience that I had left.
"Fine." He says, rudely. He takes the lid off to the ice cream, spits in it, then leaves, without even closing the door.