Day of Age

Digging

It was about 8:00 pm that day. I drove to the Eliman household, and the scene of mine and Annie’s death. Annie played her death off as she just getting wounded, but both me and her know the truth. Kaitlin killed both of us that night, I was the one who died in the public eye and Annie was the one who survived.  I drove into their drive way and quietly walked to the front door. I had no idea if my real parent still lived next door, but I wasn’t taking any chances. I knocked on their door and Mr. Eliman opened the door slowly. He saw me and looked surprised. 

                “Hold on,” He mumbled then shut the door. I waited outside but found myself focusing on the spot I breathed  my last.  They wrote “In loving memory, Nessia Connor” into their driveway.  I was pleasantly surprised they did so.  I still hid in the shadows in case my parents were home.  The door finally opened and it was Annie, she looked no different from 4 years ago. She obviously noticed I was hiding.

                “They moved, Nessia. There’s no need to cower. Come in.”

                Her house was always so warm and welcoming, and similarly to what I said, the house looked no different from 4 years ago.  I was caught off guard by a girl with dark brown curly hair and gray eyes hugging me around my waist.

                “Oh, Nessia! I missed you so much!” When she looked up at me I realized it was the Eliman’s daughter. Adrianna. I immediately thought “ Oh shit!” because this teenage girl wasn’t suppose to know I’m alive in a way.

                “Uh..um..” I tried to file through the best excuses I had in my head, but I ended up just stuttering like a moron.

                “She knows, Nessia,” Mr. Eliman said under his breath. That sunk in finally and I hugged her back.

                “I missed you too, Addie.”

                After that, Addie was sent off to bed, which she was reluctant to do until her father forced her to her bedroom and closed the door behind her. Mrs. Eliman offered me some “refreshments” which I accepted. I would be drinking right now if I was at home, so in a sense, I was starving.

                “So what brings you around here, sweetie?” she asked as we and Mr. Eliman sat across from each other on some clothed couches.

                “Well, I found myself wanting to know more about the “event” that happened four years ago,” they knew what I mean so no further explaining was needed.

                “Kyle, dear, maybe you should go to sleep, this is between us,” Mr. Eliman headed to a bedroom and quietly shut the door.

                “Nessia, what are you planning to figure out?” Mrs. Eliman questioned.

                “The girl who killed the both of us was my best friend, I figure there has to be more to this than just a friendship gone horrific,” I said. Mrs. Eliman looked a little shocked when I said “best friend”.

                “Nessia, I knew you knew this girl, but I never thought  she was indeed your “best friend”. I’m sorry,” She said sympathetically.

                “Nothing to be sorry about. She killed you too. But that’s why I’m here. I never had the time to know your side of the story, what you saw before I came out of my house. I’m trying to understand if someone put her up to it or if it is in fact a friendship gone horrific.” She shifted her legs around, as if she was pondering.