Letters to Charlie

Unknown POV

I knew she was headed to the graveyard to see Charlie today.

I didn't bug her.

I asked a lot from her last time I saw her and I kind of went into hiding.

I knew she was going to a party on the beach in a couple towns over. Deciding I would keep an eye on her, in case anything bad happened.

Sitting in the tree I watched her deliver the letters to her late best friend. I gave her privacy and I stuck headphones in my ears to help  drown out the outside noise. I watched her talk. Another girl, came and put a hand on her shoulder.

"Is it time to go already Mallory?"

The other girl nodded and she said her goodbyes and they headed to the party with an unwanted guest following them, me.

I was a creature of the night.

They got dinner before heading to the beach because they wanted to wait until it was darker. With their glow sticks on their hands saying if they were single or not so people wouldn't flirt with takens.

I threw on a yellow one, single.

I grabbed a beer, it did nothing for me. Alcohol I learned was like water to me. Yet  I avoided it mostly. I kept an eye on her and I saw her set her drink in the sand near the water as she went to wash her hands off in the lake.

A guy walked to the drink and slipped something in it and then picked it up and smiled waiting for her to come back.

"Hey I noticed your drink sitting here and it was about to fall, so I picked it up."

She smiled shly and thanked him. She told him to please leave and she was about to take a sip of the drink. I ran.

"Hey what was that for?"

"The guy slipped something in your drink."

"Oh..." I didn't smile, I looked down at the broken glass that covered the sand from my hand's impact.

Then my nose picked up the scent of blood.

I ran and I appeared in front of her with a band aid before she even knew what happened.

"Thanks..."

I couldn't tell her my name, at least not until she gave me an answer to my question and I don't think I'll be getting one soon.

"No problem."

My skin was tan, and cool.

Before I could stop my self my hand shot out and gently touched her arm. I didn't know why I did it, just before I did it, the pain in my chest shot up.