Crimson

Chapter thirteen Suicide?

I couldn't believe it, Kyle was dead. I felt myself begin to panic as I tried to figure out what to do. I couldn't call the cops, could I? No, I would end up blamed, or a suspect at least. Taking care not to touch anything, I left the house and ran. Images flashed through my mind; memories that weren't mine. Everything was out of focus, the only thing I was able to understand from it was that Kyle had been murdered. Until I figured out who did it and why I was going to act like I didn't know anything. I got home quickly and went up to my room, forgetting that Rogue was there.

"Hey Crimson, what's the deal?" He sat up from the floor and rubbed his eyes.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you up?"

"Yeah, but I should probably get going." He got up and smiled at me"If I'm not back before Jay has to leave again, he'll kill me. I'll see you at school tomorrow, Crimson." 

"Wait," I sighed, as I got up and walking towards him. "Aren't you gonna ask how I feel about you? I thought you wanted to know."

He hugged me and chuckled lightly. "I heard you earlier."

I hugged him and felt my face begin to heat up. "Oh, you heard that?"

He nodded and stepped back, leaning down to kiss my forehead. "I also felt you kiss me like that." He grinned and walked toward the door. "Well, I gotta get going. I'll talk to you later."

"Bye." I waved and he left my room. I laid back on my bed and listened to him move down the stairs, through the living room, and finally out the front door. I began thinking about Kyle, his parents must have been home by then. I wondered how they would react.

I tried to picture the scene; his mother screaming and rushing to the boy she raised with such care, his father calling for an ambulance then rushing to his wife's side, trying to console her. Both of them thinking, "Why God? Why our baby boy?"

The sounds of sirens brought me back to reality. I rushed to my window just in time to see an ambulance, followed by police cars make the turn onto the street on that Kyle and his family lived before the sirens cut off. I could still see the lights flashing off the other houses.

I stepped back to return to my bed, but noticed my reflection in the window, I was crying. My breath caught in my throat, and before I could stop it, I was sobbing harder than I thought possible. I made it back to my bed and lie there for hours, trying to calm myself but only making it worse. Finally after what felt like forever I drifted off to sleep, not dreaming, only dark.

The next morning I woke up a little earlier than normal and turned on the television to watch the news. The headline story was a teenage boy that had committed suicide the night before. I turned it up, but didn't really listen to what the reporter was saying. They kept showing small clips of a couple crying, and a black body bag being brought of the house. I turned the television off and tossed the remote to the couch. Why would they do that? The family was already in pain, why would they bring in reporters? I sighed and sat back on the couch for a while in silence, not trying to think of anything.

Milly showed up around the usual time with everybody else. There wasn't any laughter or smiles, just mumbled "hello"s, and "good morning"s. The day dragged on slowly, almost painfully so. Then, the end of the day came, everybody went home. Rogue went home with me, but we didn't talk much. The hours past, then days. Things began to go back to normal, and Rogue began staying with me regularly. My friends and I began hanging out more often and having fun again. Then, stuff began going bad.

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Okay, this chapter is a bit short, but the feels! ;~;
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