Four days have passed since the incident with the girl; no news of her whatsoever has been made, I haven't heard any talk of the classmate either that was run over. I thought that a student dying right after school would've been the hot topic around the school for a while, but nothing. I've been out of school for about 3 days now, then the weekend came, so now its Monday; whether they held a memorial or made an announcement, I have no clue. After the girl died, I ran home with tears streaming down my face, I couldn't tell my mom what happened; I was too traumatized, again; blood was splattered all over me. I had to wait until the next morning before I was calm enough to tell her, when I did; she simply nodded without saying a single word. When I arrived at school everything was normal, as if this past week was just another week and nothing more. I greeted a few of my friends while making my way to first period, classes rolled on like normal, and before I knew it, it was last period and not a single word was uttered over our dead classmate, or the random girl whose guts must be all over the street by that railroad. I turn to the guy I sometimes talk to, whose engulfed in his phone, "dude, hear anything about that guy that got run over last week?" I ask casually, not wanting to sound like I'm more involved than I really am. He looks up at me with a confused and bewildered expression; he laughs a bit, and shakes his head.
"What the hell are you talking about? I didn't hear nothing about that, dude; if someone got run over I'm sure it'd be all over the news in this dead-ass town." He's right, something like that would be a hit story for every reporter in our town, we're not big or little yet any little thing is front page material it seems. Something like this wouldn't be yesterday's news so easily, it would be talked about for days, weeks even.
"This is strange, I should ask mom, but on my way home I have to stop by that railroad." I think to myself.
When school is finally over I make my way to the railroad that the girl died at, expecting to see dried blood everywhere and 'DO NOT CROSS' tape all around the area for police to investigate; but to my surprise, when reaching the railroad there was nothing, no blood, no tape, nothing. Students from mine and other schools were walking home from school normally, like a girl's body wasn't splattered all over the place just the other day. I begin to wonder if the same thing is going on at the place where my classmate died, "Since its already been about a week, I'm sure It'd be cleaned up, but there has to be something there, stained blood on the street, a picture with flowers and candles all around it where he died; something has to be there!" I begin to feel a bit frantic from the thought that both deaths I witnessed front row seats at, could be cleaned up in a way that made it look like it never happened, it's too weird, and doesn't make enough sense to me. I jog down the sidewalk, weaving around students and pedestrians as my mind continues to run wild; I come up on the street where it happened and I stand at the crosswalk. The cars still drive by, the people still walk, the lights still turn from red to green to yellow and back to red again, as if nothing even happened. I'm brought back to reality as I'm bumped a bit from behind, I turn and a girl is pressed into my back a bit by the crowd.
"S-Sorry. It's just so crowded." She says, trying not to let all her weight be pushed against me. She's so short and softly presses into my back, I turn around and pull her in front of me, which results in her blushing; her hair is long and black and she stares up at me with grey eyes. I see her mouth 'thank you' to me and I smile and nod, as if to respond 'no problem'. As the 'Walk' signal turns on, the crowd hurries across; I watch as the girl walks ahead and hurries across. I blush a little when I realize I was staring at her for a little too long, but then realize I wasn't actually staring at her, although my eyes were on her back my thoughts were on the exact spot it all happened. Once again, everything that occurred that day replay's in my mind, not leaving a single detail out, I begin to wonder if I'll ever be able to get past what happened, or at least not be so bothered by it.
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Holding Everything
AventuraWhat would you do if you found out the hard way, just how weak and small humans were? That when up against a real terror, they would be torn down easily and trampled upon; would you, as a human, still try to do whatever you can to surpass such a thr...
