Mysteries

Chapter 3

He stood there for what seemed like ever before finally saying something.

"Do you uh... Want to hang out?"

You shouldn't be here.

"I er... I don't think that's a good idea." I muttered, suddenly feeling guilt.

"O-okay.. I'll see you around, Colbie."

He shot me a bright smile before walking back down the street. I stood in my doorway, leaning against it.

He'll find out soon. But right now I need to get my shit together.

I sighed, checking the time.

2:45. Therapy.

Every since the incident I was forced to go to North Carolinas Mental Rehabilitation Center for therapy.

Stupid.

Considering I hadn't done anything.

Mikey stared out his window as I walked down the street, I could feel his gaze burning into me even though he was so far away.

I gulped, opening the heavy door with a huff.

"Ah, Ms. Colbie Gray; great to see you again." Valerie Higns grinned, signing me in. "Mhm." I mumbled walking down the hall straight to room 207.

"So, Colbie,"

Ms. Kane started, clicking her pen on the oak wood desk.

"How have you been?"

I held back from rolling my eyes and took a deep breath, sighing.

"I've been great." I answered, lying.

I've been alone, ignored, and everyone is afraid of me.

"Has there been any thoughts about hurting yourself or others?"

"No."

"Have you been in contact with family?"

"No."

"Have you stopped sleeping or eating or doing activities."

"No."

"Is there someone new in your life?"

I froze.

Did Mikey count?

Do I say yes?

I only talk to him for five minutes.

"S-sort of." I gulped.

Her eyes lite up, a smile plastered on her face.

"That's excellent! What's his name?"

I sighed, slouching in my seat.

"He just moved here recently. His name's  Mikey and he came to my door." I clarified.

Her smiled turned into a frown and she sighed, nodding her head and scribbling something down in her notebook.

"Right. We will see you next week, Colbie." She informed. I shrugged, already aware since I did this every week.

I sat on my porch, scribbling down words on the notebook as I layed it on my knees. I glanced up every once in a while to see Mikey strumming his fingers on his guitar.

Maybe he sings?

Shut up, Colbie. He'll find out everything soon and then he won't come around.

But he wasn't afraid even after she told him I was dangerous.

They're all the same, Col. Every human is a monster, especially yourself.

We didn't do anything, dumbass. We were framed.

I know, but no one else believes that. Now shut. Up.

I shook my head.

"God, Colbie you're going insane." I whispered to myself, staring down at my scribbles.

White lines stare blankly at me as I try and form words together; emptiness.
I click my pen a couple hundred times before pressing the tip onto the pale piece of paper, the ink formed into a M.
The first letter of his name.

I remember my last words to him, I remember the horrid sound of the gun going off.
I remember seeing it go straight through, blood immediately pouring out.
His body fell to the ground with a thud.
Screams filled the surrounding area but it all sounded like a blur.
Everyone ran; except me.
Tears simultaneously streamed down my face as fast as the blood pooling around his corpse.
I leaned over his cold body, now seeming lifeless.
His pale skin seemed gray, full of death.
The gun had landed someone near by his body when he'd fallen, making me a suspect.
The love of my life was gone.
I knew it was a bad idea, I knew we shouldn't have been so stupid!
So why did I let them do it?
I was stupid and naive enough to allow them to put one bullet in the gun and fire it off.
It wasn't just a game.
No. It was much more than that.

A scream escaped my lips as I sat up right, crying hysterically and panicking. Sweat was dripping from my forehead, mixed in with fresh and dried tears.

I could feel my heart pound in my chest, giving me a headache.

Memories.

This seemed to happen all the time.

The memory of that night haunting my dreams.

My body trembled as I calmed down my breathing, wiping away the tears.

"I-it w-w-was a dream, C-Col." I mumbled to myself, as if I needed a reminder.

I peered over to my alarm clock; 1:05 AM.

I sighed, leaning against the head on the bed.

I softly closed my eyes, hearing my heart pound out of my chest and a couple more tears fall from my cheek.

I breathed shaky breathes, letting my chest rise and fall at an uneven pace.

For once, my mind was blank.

For once, I couldn't think of one thing to keep myself awake.

The only thought I had was Mikey.

And that seemed to bring me to peace.....

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I didn't exactly edit this chapter so if there's any mistakes (or if it's shitty) I'm sorry. Schools starting back up again and I'm busy)