fractures

something happened

Layne

I find Abbey in the library at where we sat just this morning.

"What is it?" I ask Abbey, sliding into the seat beside her.

She's working on an essay on her laptop, but she closes the document when I speak. Her eyes are bright as she turns to face me.

"I did some asking around and I've found something out!" Abbey exclaims, earning glares from the librarians.

"What? What did you find out?"

"That day the incident happened, there was a party."

That's all? This is the something she's found out?

"...okay..."

"You seem like this isn't news to you," Abbey says. "Did you already know?"

"Abbey, in this school, there's parties held every day. It's pretty safe to assume that there was a party on that day as well," I explain to her. "It's not really anything big."

Abbey shakes her head. "Oh, but it is. I'm guessing it's pretty safe to assume that you don't attend all these parties?"

"Of course I don't. My mother will freak out if I do."

"But you attended the one held the day Marlene died."

Abbey's crazy. Really crazy. I would know whether or not I attended a party. I've never attended one in my life, so if I did go for the one held on the day Marlene died, I would have remembered. Even if I've forgotten almost everything that happened on that day, I wouldn't forget my first time at a party! I just wouldn't. No one would.

"No," I tell Abbey. "No I wasn't."

Abbey doesn't respond. Instead, she opens the browser on her laptop, which has been signed in her Instagram account.

She's looking at the profile of Elizabeth Snow. Abbey scrolls down until she finds a picture of Elizabeth at a party, with someone who I know is in our grade but I don't know the name.

"Yes you were," Abbey says and she points at a corner of the picture.

And there, standing beside a very drunk looking Marlene, is me.

"It's photoshopped," I say instantly, even though my brain is working against me, replaying bits and pieces of that party right in front of my eyes.

Now that I see it, Marlene and I in that party, I'm starting to remember.

Loud music. Drinks. Running. Chasing. Crying.

"It's clearly not," Abbey is telling me. "Elizabeth wouldn't have any reason to photoshop you inside anyways."

But I'm not listening to her. I'm not. Because the gears in my brain are spinning. Spinning fast.

Something happened in the party. Something big. Something to do with Marlene's death.

I just need to find out what happened.

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