Since That Friday

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We all sat in silence. No one exited out of our once happy Skype call. Bea was gone... This... Thing. It just took her, her life. First Sam hung up, then Brenda. But me? I stayed. I was frozen in shock. I’m dreaming. I thought. Unfortunately, I was wide awake.

    Suddenly someone was typing. Bea was typing. It stopped. Since only me and Bea were left in the Skype conversation, the web camera’s turned on (the cameras are only on in a one on one call). It was focusing in, when a black figure moved out of sight. Did I really see what I thought I saw? Bea’s web camera shifted, something shattered across the room, then Bea’s webcam moved as it had fallen and then as if it were thrown, and then it went fuzzy... “Bea has left the call.” Skype said.

    I looked at myself in the computer screen. I had no emotion. I was as emotionless as I’ve ever felt. No tears, no anger. I stared. I’ll never be who I used to be. None of us would be. We were scarred. I stared closer. I wasn’t alone. “NO” I screamed. It wasn’t a normal scream. It was a horrific scream wrapped up with all the emotions of what had just happened. I collapsed on the floor and just stayed there. For hours.

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