One Winter Night (on Hold)

Chapter 1

December 12, 2013

The sirens filled the empty streets of New York; red and blue lights could only be seen by my blurred vision, there was a faint noise of a scream and I turned around to see who it was only to see my best friend lying on red-brick floor bleeding and then it hit me, I screamed. I looked around the scene only to see people coming towards me with what seemed like guns but I wasn’t frighten, no I could never be frightened by what I had just been through.

 I looked down at myself, I was covered in blood and I don’t know whose, mine or my best friends. There was a faint smell of blood bleeding through my nose, I got up on my feet which still felt like jelly as the people approached my vision still blurry but I didn’t have enough time to speak because the next moment I fainted and I let the darkness take over.

December 13, 2013

I woke up to what looked like a hospital room, plane white walls and many empty beds right next to mine. I looked up only to see no-one in the room, but I knew I wasn’t alone; someone was with me I could feel their breathe on my face and then I heard that scream and in a low whisper “help”.

I screamed loud and scared only to get two nurses, a doctor, a police man and my parents jolting through the doors; all of them plastered the same concerned faces.

“Someone’s here” was all I could say, my eyes replying the memory of last night, I saw my best friend die. I rocked back and forth at the memory of seeing my best friend die. The nurses rubbed my back trying to relax me but nothing could help especially after that voice.

“It’s alright Madeline, you are fine there is not-“

“JESSICA DIED! YOU HEAR ME! MY BEST FRIEND, SHE IS DEAD. THERE IS NOTHING THAT CAN BRING HER BACK!” I felt tears spring out of my eyes and roll down my cheek, It was just too much for me to take in at once and I can’t believe I accepted her death.

“Now Madeline it’s alright, we kno-“

“Alright?! Dad you have been such good friends with Mr. Lyons and now you’re saying its ok his daughter died and I lived?!” I was amused by what my dad had said and I couldn’t believe it; I would never believe it!

I was furious and would not say another word, this was too good to be true; my best friend died and don’t even remember how. I had stayed three more days in the hospital, not eating anything and not saying anything I became paler and paler each passing day and I think I deserve that.

I was discharged from the hospital on Friday night, but I had appointments with the therapist every Sunday. Every night the scene would replay in my head until Jessica’s funeral, her mother and father cried that made me shed a tear. Jessica was her only daughter and now they don’t even have her.

All the memories from our childhood till that day came rushing back and I couldn’t help but look away from her body. Then I heard the familiar whisper “I’m here”, I looked around but no-one was near to me no-one. I felt I sight tap on my shoulder I turned around to see my twin sister Susan, in her eyes I could see sorrow, pity and love but none of that could help me in my state.

“Come on it’s your time to give a speech” she rubbed my arm and left back the church. I made my way, my breathe uneven my steps slow because of the heavy snow. The doors swung open and everyone’s head snapped towards me. I walked up to the stage and took the mike. My voice felt hoarse but I knew this was the least I could do

“As you all might as well know I’m Madeline, I I have known Jessica si since we were kids, she had been a sister to me and sh she helped me through the rough times and th the go good..” I sutured as I felt tears blurry my vision threatening to fall.

“She was like a sister, someone who I could trust with my life and it hurts me to say that I wasn’t able to do the same, I I couldn’t help her when she needed me and that will haunt me forever or it already is.. For thing I know is that no matter how much I wish she was still here, she isn’t I think sometimes we have to accept that, But I don’t I just don’t” with that I went out of the church running on the heavy snow to that one place where me and Jessica would go to talk about everything.

The old Mr. John’s house, its baron; no-one had lived there for ages.  The house looks like it came out of a horror movie but to Jessica and I it was our fantasy land.  I opened the Front gate and walked inside, snow landing here and there as I kicked it. I even happened to give a small smile as I remembered the times we would he here.

It just wasn’t the same without her, it just wasn’t. I walked inside talking in the surroundings; I haven’t been here in a while. The book shelves were covered with dust in fact everything was. I walked around the living room trying to get my head straight it’s like nothing makes sense anymore.

I went up the stairs to the first door on my right; this is where I and Jessica would hide our chocolate and cream puffs. I walked into the small room, the wallpaper had peeled off and the bed looked smaller than I last saw it.

“Chocolates, I miss those” I turned around no-one was there. This strange voice is driving me crazy, is someone stalking me? I’m going to find out.

“Who’s there!?” I shout in the empty room, but I don’t get a reply in fact I don’t get the slightest of sound.

“WELL? ARE YOU GOING TO SHOW YOURSELF?” no reply, nothing; not even a slam of a door or the rustle of the trees, nothing.