White Shadows

Chapter Two- Transparent Headaches

"Uggghhh-" She moaned blinking, focussing her eyes at the bright morning sun.
She sat up with one hand caressing her sore head and her other supporting her limp body on the floor. She wondered where she was for a slight moment before all the traumatizing memories rushed through her head, giving her another strike of pain. She groaned in pain feeling dizzy once again. She looked for her purse and found her phone lying a couple feet from her near a blur, since her eyes we're still adjusting. Holding her ribs with her hands, she wobbled on her knees towards her phone. As her eyes got used to the lighting, she saw that her phone was cracked severely. She sighed and looked over the blur, catching her surprised when she noticed that the blur was the man who jumped her last night. She saw blood puddling in his mouth and dried blood that poured down his pale neck. His cold, pasty like, body stuffed like a wax statue. She looked beside where his long fearful slender arms spreaded out holding on to a handgun with purple fingers. Tears had a race down her cheeks with guilt. The ear-peircing crack was a gunshot by the attacker. She couldn't believe it and didnt understand either. Why? She struggled to get up, grabbed her phone, still not finding her purse, walked away from the alley and onto the sidewalk. Walking past empty beer cans and streamers from the recent event, pulled her thin cardigan closer to her, not realizing how cold it was, slightly burning her cheeks from the salty, bitter tears. For the first time, she was happy she never had plans on weekends. She walked through her front door and pulled the bed covers over her, deciding it best not to tell anyone.

On Monday, she kept her head down until she sighted her best friend walking with a girl she hated from Math. She was about to catch up to her until she saw her face buried in her hands. She couldn't understand why she was crying and why she didn't tell her. She pulled back her arm that was reaching out, hoping that no one noticed. She decided to skip the rest of school and lie out of it, spending all her time in a corner in front of the high school. When the bell rang, she walked home alone and carefully closed her front door. She threw down her bag on the couch and pulled out a bowl to eat cereal. She found an orange sticky note on her fridge from her stepmother.

Honey, I know you miss her. I miss her too.
I wish you could just come to her funeul. I love you.
It starts 5:30pm at the CrookSide Cemetary
Love,
Sydney

She figured it was her Aunt Calliey who was 86 years old. It was bound to happen someday. She checked the clock above her dining table. Five-a-clock: damn. She decided not to dress out of her blouse and jeens and walked out of the door. She walked up to the funeul, three minutes late, and waited in the back for a very one to finish their speeches, not really listening to what they we're saying. She didn't care how much hoopla they made up, she didnt believe them. No body cared about the sad, creepy doll-obsessed lady who couldnt even afford to give her one christmas present. When everyone was done and paid their respects, her sister, Tiff, stayed behind. Odd. When she was done grasping the poor sucker's hands, it started to rain. People pulled out their umbrellas and walked away. Shame it was an open-casset funeul. She didn't care for rain though, so she walked up to the coffin instead.
"I'm sorry. You had a good lif-" she was cut off by her own reacion of what she saw. A young fresh lady lay before her, wearing her favorite white dress and holding roses. The same oak-brown hair, good structure, fairly perfect skin, and the same beautiful eyes, rested forever, never to open again. Sewed together by the blood-coated thread of fate. She looked at herself, disgusting thinking of how she was going to kill the person pranking her. She reached out with a trembling hand, to touch it to see if she was just f-ing herself. She came with contact with the corspe then... blacked out for a second time.