The Girl in Blue

1- Epilogue

The girl in the blue dress is dead.

Her skin is stone cold. Her heart has stopped beating. She's laying on the street as her dreams slip away, plans that will never really happen. A life that will never be fully lived.

The flashing red lights light up her pale skin as the paramedics check for a pulse, a breath, a movement. Anything to show any sign of life that they desperately hope is still there because what a tragedy it is for a life to be lost at such a young age. But after a lot of searching and a lot of hoping, no sign of life is found and they collectively decide that she is one hundred percent absolutely dead. Nineteen years isn't enough time on earth but it can't be undone now.

The celebration sounds in the background of this scene are just making worse worse. The celebrating that they were going to be a part of if they hadn't flipped their car. The countdown is starting soon, not to celebrate the death of this girl but to celebrate the birth of a new year. Hope for a better year after the clock ticks midnight. A brand new fresh start.

The sister of the dead girl doesn't have that hope at all. This year will be just a black void, sucking anything potentially good right out of the air.

She is sitting beside her sister's still body, looking down at the dead face that looks just like her own. It feels like she's been torn in half. The paramedics try to talk to her but she just sits on the cold pavement, the broken shards of glass digging into her bare calves. The pavement is freezing and so is she but not only is she frozen by the cold weather, she's frozen by the horror in front of her.

This isn't real, this isn't real, this isn't real. She keeps chanting it inside of her head because how could this happen? They weren't doing anything wrong, they were just driving to a party. They weren't speeding, drinking, texting, they weren't bad people and her sister doesn't deserve to be dead.

When the paramedics in blue shirts try to take her away from her dead sister, she screams and they let go, afraid that she's somehow physically hurt and they're afraid to hurt her any more. Little do they know that physically, nothing matters to her anymore. She could be ripped to shreds any second and she would not care. She reaches out for her sister's hand to make herself feel less alone. But the hand that she grabs feels nothing like the sister that she knows. This hand is limp and cold and absolutely lifeless.

Tears cut down her face, her body is absolutely paralyzed as she blankly stares at the body lying beside her on the street next to two folded up cars that had crashed in the night.

The living girl is bloody from the crash but she can't feel anything except for the numbing pain of seeing her sister laying cold in front of her and wishing that she could just lie down next to her and they'd be forever asleep together.

"Sutton?" There's a loud, deep voice that pierces the silence of her grief. The boy with blue eyes shows up and all he sees are two identical faces.

One of them lying dead on the road in a pool of blood, the paramedics finally bringing over a long black body bag on a stretcher.

The other one being dragged away from the body by the paramedics.

He loves one of them to death but he could never learn how to tell them apart just by looking at them. They have variations in their personality but they dress and look exactly the same and all he can do is stand with the growing crowd around the street and wonder if he's staring at his dead girlfriend or her sister.

In hysterics, Blue Eyes ducks under the yellow tape and sprints to the red ambulance where the living girl is being looked at. She's as still as a statue in the back of the truck and when Blue Eyes approaches, the paramedics tell him to stay back because they're about to shut the ambulance doors to take the girl to the hospital.

"What's your name?" Blue Eyes desperately asks her. He's madly in love with Sutton and in a normal circumstance, he'd be able to just look into her dark brown eyes and be able to tell if it was her or not. But he knows how close these sisters are and the only thing left in the living girl's eyes are emptiness, loneliness, shock, and despair. There's no room for him there, no matter which one he's looking at.

"Who are you?" He asks again when he gets no response. She's lost all feeling, all ability to move or make a sound. She's just a statue now. He starts looking for a purse around her, hoping that maybe she has her ID on her. Anything to give him the answer that he needs. As the paramedics finally force him away from the vehicle, he shouts one last plea. "Please!"

But he's left behind with no answers.

The living girl is already being rushed away in an ambulance. The dead girl is wrapped away in a body bag. The boy is stuck desperately spinning around, needing an answer but getting nothing.

As the paramedics care for the living girl, the boy's question echoes through her mind. "Who are you?"

But without her sister, did she really know at all who she is? Does is even matter, which one is dead or which one is alive? To her, it feels like both of them have died tonight. It doesn't matter which one is breathing and which one is in the body bag because no matter who she is, she'll never be the same person again. Not without her sister beside her.

"Who are you?" The girl keeps thinking about it. Sutton or Lana? Which one is she? It doesn't matter because the girl in the blue dress is dead and so is she.

One heart is still beating, but both lives are lost.