*a week later*
The week dragged on. Thoughts of him popped in and out of my head. I tried to stop them. I can't love anyone anymore. I can't open my heart now after I so successfully locked it away. Nights were restless. Sleep had to be forced. By pastel pink pills.
The sound of my annoying phone wakes me up. I pick it up and without glancing at the screen answer it. If I didn't know that she would catch the first plane here, I wouldn't pick up.
"Hello Mother," I say in a flat tone, still drowsy from the pill.
"Hello Darling," She replies in her worried, yet cheery voice." How are things going?"
How did I know it was my mother, you ask? Well simple shes the only one that calls me. She was the only one I ever talked to since the accident. I mean I didn't really talk more like made sounds that went along with what she was saying.
"As usual," I say warily.
She rambles on with her usual talk. Wanting me to come home, telling me to get over it, start living my life. The thing is I just can't go back to my old life. I changed. I can't change back it's too late. My best friend died inches away from me. I couldn't do anything to save her. I try to cut her off, but she won't have it. Listening to her makes me feel worse than I already feel. I can't take anymore, so I just hang up. I check the phone screen for the time. 2:30, wow I sleep a lot. I get out of bed and drag myself to my closet. I pull on a hunter green sweatshirt, and black sweat pants with a pair of leggings underneath. I walk into the hall, still groggy from sleep, and a sweet aroma fills my nose. Evelyn made pancakes today. I'm not hungry, so I pull on my running shoes, and head out. I take a step out the door and the cold air penetrates through my layers of clothing to my skin, making me shiver. Ignoring the cold, I head into the forest. I jog up my usual path, but once I reach the fork in the trail, instead of going right like I usually do I go left. That path leads me to the little bridge with the little crystal clear brook. I clamber onto the wide wooden railing, and clutch my knees to my chest. The flash backs hit as if on cue. I see us driving down the slick rode. Me yelling at her to slow down. The furious look on her face. The car hitting a patch of ice. Me in the hospital. The images in my mind haunt me.
I sit there a while even after the they stop. I like this spot. It's quiet and calm here. Finally, I get down from the railing, and start jogging back to the house. When the trees thin and the house is visible, I stop dead in my tracks. The sleek black car is standing in the driveway. I see the curly haired boy. He's looking away. I might be able to turn round, and run back into the woods, unnoticed. Unfortunately he turns his head, and our eyes lock. I end our little staring contest, and walk past the glossy black Mercedes to the front door of the house. I hear the car door close behind me. The snow crunches under his feet. I open the door, and pull my old Adidas of my feet. I glance over my shoulder, and see him standing in the doorway.
"I'm sorry," He says. "I thought I would have already gotten a call from the Bike shop."
I don't say a word. Just straighten up and look at him.
"I tried to call your dad, but it goes straight to voice mail."
My dad is away in Barcelona for some art show. He never answers his phone. Evelyn stayed. Clara went along. I don't know what Clara is here for. I guess for the same reason everyone else is. To work with my very talented father.
"I needed to see if you were alright," He says.
"I'm fine." I manage to say. It comes out weak, and my throat hurts while saying in.
"Can I come in?"
I gesture him inside. I walk over to the couch, and sit down. He does the same. We sit in silence for a while before he breaks it.
"I know why your up here," he says softly.
Of course he does.
"I talked to your dad before," he continues. "I'm sorry about your friend."
He says it as if its adequate. I just wish people would stop saying that. It only makes it worse. It falls silent again and I look out the window at the pond just beyond the deck. We stay silent for a while until I finally decide to ask.
"What are you sick from?" I ask, my voice scratchy.
"Oh um.... MS" he mumbles just loud enough for me to hear.
"Oh" I say, and the silence settles in once again.
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We sat in silence for a pretty long time. He tried to keep a conversation going, but eventually with my one word answers, silence swallowed us. Until finally he said it was getting late and he should head home.
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