Remembering Grey

~ Stacy ~

When Grey dropped me off at home I went straight to my mom's room so I could video call Milo and that's where I stayed until about three in the morning when the kid finally passed out. We talked about everything under the sun except his cancer, I refused to bring down his high spirits. He seemed so happy like he didn't have a care in the world exactly how a ten year old should be. He kept insisting that Grey was my boyfriend as I told him about the feather, David Heenkley and the darkness that swallowed up Stacy. He laughed at me telling me that he'd let me watch too much anime, I couldn't argue with that we'd stayed up for hours watching that stuff with him mumbling the Japanese words under his breath. That's one thing Milo and I did, we found a joke in everything; we always laughed together I think that's one of the things that made us so close. My mom is coming home in an hour or so I can take the car and go grocery shopping for tv dinners because I cannot cook for the life of me that's why she could never get me a job, Larry only controlled the cooks not the waitresses. Throwing myself out of bed I walk down the hall to the kitchen. Our coffee pot is always taking forever to brew so I have to start it before getting in the shower. Grabbing the coffee grounds and filters I make my way to the demonic coffee pot. I hear a crackling noise from the living room and a millisecond later the tv turns on a news broadcast playing loudly throughout the house. The volume alone makes me jump, I peek into the living room trying to see if my mom had returned unnoticed but there's no one there. The panic starts to set in as I step forward. My foot collides with something sending it clattering across the floor. I release a sigh of relief when I look down to find it's the remote, I must have stepped on it or something. I pick it up and point it toward the tv prepared to turn it off when the reporter's words catch my attention.

"The body of a young woman who has been identified as twenty-three year old Stacy Montgomery was found around four o' clock this morning by park security. She was found in this exact spot in Baylane Park nearly thirty miles from her home." I let out a gasp when she steps to the side putting the crime scene in full view. There's yellow tape wrapped around three trees creating a triangle around a bench, the same bench Grey and I sat on yesterday. Racing to my room I grab my phone hurriedly texting Grey.

Did you see the news?

News?

I groan at his response, what is up with him?

Stacy is dead

Seconds pass without a reply so I write again

They found her next to that bench we sat on yesterday

That sounds so strange

Is the only thing he write but I can't blame him, I know he isn't the type to care about people and he didn't even know her so of course he wouldn't react the same way I did. Look back to my phone trying to think of something to write back to him when I notice the time it's an hour ahead of my alarm clock, how? Nothing comes to mind so I just sit my phone down heading back to the kitchen. After starting the coffee I sit down and listen to the rest of the broadcast.

"Her parents say the last time they saw her was last night when her boyfriend, Colin Hunt, bought her home. Stacy had cystic fibrosis and a life expectancy of twenty-five years, she's just made a vow to make the most of it." The tv flips off just as the broadcast finishes.

"I've been calling you." My mom says sitting the remote down.

"Sorry, I didn't hear you."

"Since when do you watch the news?" she questions coming closer to me.