PROLOGUE
I look around the empty classroom and quickly swipe out my phone. No new messages. I need to go to her house. My friend Alice has not answered any of my messages for a couple days now. She has been acting weird since she came back from her trip to Seattle with her parents. It has been like she is a completely new person. She has been absent from school for two days now. This is unusual. She never misses any classes. She has been a straight A student since third grade when we first meet.
I send her another text but it goes unanswered. I decide that I better go to her house to see what is going on. Her house is not very close so I decide to run all the way their. I finally arrive at the house and her front door is open as usual. Her parents don't worry much about anybody breaking in because that never happens in our small town. Her parents both work so they are not here. I walk down the hall in her eerily quiet house.
"Alice! Are you here? Its me Charlotte." I wait a beat but she does not respond.
If she is not here then I will have to look all over town. Her house is very old and has always been a bit creepy when you are alone in it. Alice always tells me that this place used to be haunted. I have never believed her of course but the idea is becomming more and more possible to me with every creaky floorboard. I continue to walk down the hall. I hear a loud noise coming from her bedroom. Its sounds like a gunshot. That can't be true. I run to her room to see what has happened.
No this is not real. I am having a dream. A very sick and twisted dream. My best friend is lying on the ground. She is covered in blood. My best friend is on the ground covered in blood. I see a gun in her hand. What is happening. Why would she do this? It looks like suicide. Maybe it is suicide. This thought forms a knot in my stomach. Where did she even get a gun? Her parents would never own a gun. This could not be suicide. She would never kill herself. But she has been acting weird lately. I don't know what to think right now.
I have never felt more uneasy in my life. I grab my cellphone out of my backpack and try to dial 911. My hands are shaking and it is hard to make the call. When they answer I tell them what has happened and try to hold back my tears.
Soon police cars surround the house and I sit on her bed and look at her pale face. I never want to leave her side. I think of all the wonderful memories we have had together. I think of trading secrets and painting nails. All our sleepovers, midnight phone calls, and planning our future together. They come into the room and take her away. They lead me out of the room. I take a look back before they close the door and can't help but think of all of our memories.
I finally arrive home at 10:00 after hours of painful questioning.I go straight up the stairs to my bedroom. My parents have been trying to console me but I just want to be left alone. I lay on my bed and finally realize that she is not coming back. She is gone. Alice is dead. I can not handle this. I can not imagine a world without her. I think about her bloody body lying on her bedroom floor. If I left a little earlier I could of stopped her. If I ran a little faster. A single tear runs down my cheek. I wipe it away but that only causes the tears to come down harder. How can everything change so quickly. I miss her so much already. I have no idea what I will do without her.
My Mom peeks into my room and I feel very annoyed. I want to be alone can she not tell.
"Charlotte I know you want to be alone but I just want to let you know we are here if you need us." My Mom says this and waits for a response.
I would reply but I have no energy left to speak. She eventually closes the door with a worried look on her face. I don't find a wink of sleep. I lay in bed all night crying and thinking about the millions of ways I could of saved her. I think about how much I will miss my best friend.
☆Authors Note ☆
Thank you soo much to everyone who read the prologue to my new story! This chapter was a little sad but I can assure you the whole story won't be like this but their will definitely be moments where it is a little on the dark side. The romance aspect of this story will come very soon. I also want to tell you that this is a fanfic and a certain member of One Direction will make an appearance soon. Also on the side you can see a picture of Charlotte.
- xoxo Olivia ♡
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