In Another Life

school

Margret

Diane's P.O.V
I watch the doors to the school, waiting for the rush of people to crowd in.
     I find myself stuck at the school, unable to even get too close to the doors.
     5 minutes.
    A familiar face walks through the door. I immediately recognize the long blond hair that falls into her eyes.
"Jessica!" I yell. She looks up at me as if she can see me.
"Jessica!" I yell again. She turns her head, and walks down the hall way, away from me.
"Jessica." I sob, falling to the ground on my knees.
"I miss you."

Jessica's P.O.V
I walk through the school doors, trying not to cry with the memory of Diane and me walking through those doors every morning.
I look around me.
"Jessica!" I swear I hear a whisper say my name. I look around. Nothing. Must be the wind. I think to myself. I continue walking towards the office to collect my homework.
"Jessica." The whisper again.
"I miss you."
I must be going crazy. Maybe it was a bad idea to come today.
I get out my phone, and select my mom's contact.
'i can't do this.' I text her.
'Yes you can.' she texts back.
I take a deep breath and continue walking to the office.

Diane's P.O.V
I get up and follow my younger sister down the hallway.
    She stops in the middle of the hallway, her face ghostly white and her eyes are wide. She takes out her phone and sits down against the wall.
     I can hear her phone buzz an her face immediately relaxes. She takes a breath, stands up and continues her walk. She wipes her eyes, and continues to breath deeply. As if to try and stop herself from crying.

She stops Infront of the main office doors and wipes a single tear off of her cheek. She opens the doors and walks in. I have to run to avoid being squeezed between to heavy door and the doorframe. But I make it. I smile at my success.
   "Nice to see you Jessica, how'ya doin'" the older secretary asks in a southern accent.
"Um... I'm not sure." My sister replies, faking a smile.
"I know how'ya feel Hun." She says.
"Yeah... Um," she pauses, taking a deep breath, "I was told to come here to pick up the work I missed."
The secretary nods her head and begins to file through a file folder behind her.
"Homeroom?" She asks.
"Mr. Dunnfield, science." Jessica replies, looking at the ground, her face turns red, then white an then before I know it, she's lying on the ground, sprawled out. Her hair covering her face and her hands stretched out above her head.
    The secretary jumps out out if her chair, causing it to roll back and hit the file that she was going through a few moments ago.
"Oh my holy molies!" The secretary exclaims. She runs to Jessica's side and feels her neck.
"Oh no... Oh no..." She gets up and runs to the the phone. Just as she picks up the phone, the bell rings indicating the beginning of school. Soon the crowds of people will be rushing through the office doors.
     I shuffle to my sister's side and brush my fingers against her cheek.

Jessica's P.O.V
    I fall and and hit my head on the ground.

   The world goes black.

   I feel a cold brush on my cheek as if someone has put an ice cube on it. I open my eyes, expecting someone standing above or beside me. But there is no one there.
      I make a huffing noise as I attempt to stand up.
"Oh Jessica Hun!" Mrs. Brooke says, holding a phone up to her ear. She mutters something into the phone then hangs up.
    The cold touches my cheek again, I touch the exact spot I felt it, and get a shock.
"Ouch!" I say, causing Mrs.Brooke to jump.
"Ya momma's comin' to get ya Hun." Mrs.Brooke says. I nod my head, unable to speak.
"How'ya feelin?" She asks.
"Okay." I croak. She smiles at me.
"Good."

Five minutes later, my mom's silver Volkswagen pulls up and she waves at me through the window.
    I get up from my spot on the front steps and walk toward her. Feeling dizzy. The minute I open the doors, mom bombards me with questions.
"What exactly happened?"
"How are you now?"
"Did someone say something to you?"
"Are you going to faint again?"
"Do you-" I cut her off.
"Mom." I say. "I think I'm going crazy." She gives me an odd look.
"What?" She squints her eyes, trying to think about what I said.
"How so?"
"I think I heard Diane talk to me, and I think i felt her touch me when I fainted."
"When people go through great deals of loss, they often go through what you are going through." My mom says in a soothing voice.
"When I lost my mom, I swear to this day I saw her at her funeral." She says, holding up a hand to shush me.
"Mom." I start to say but she quickly holds her hand over my mouth, causing me to laugh.
"You are not by any means, going crazy." She finishes.
"Mom. I understand, but I feel like she was really there." She laughs and starts to pull away from the curb.
"Do you want McDonald's or subway?" She asks.

   "I'm going to go pick up your dad from work." my mom yells up the stairs at me.
"Okay!" I yell back. Sounding louder than normal due to the music playing through my head phones.
     The minute she closes the door, I take off the head phones and walk down the hallway to the closed door that once led to Diane's bedroom.
    I open the door and am greeted by a wave of cold air. I look around for the source.
   The window at the back of her room is open, causing her blue lace curtains so fly around, knocking off papers and picture frames from her desk. I rush over and close it.
    I look at the ground around me, papers and pictures lay all around me, I walk forward towards Diane's bed and hear a crunch.
    I pick up what I have stepped on. The glass front is shattered where my foot pressed into it, prices missing. I walk towards the bed and feel something pressing into the bottom of my foot. I sit down of the edge of the bed, put down the frame beside me, an lift my foot onto my lap.
    Ten pieces of glass are imbedded into my foot, a stream of blood runs off my foot, and onto Diane's grey carpet. I put my foot back down, not caring about the pain. I pick up the broken frame. Pulling the picture out of the shattered glass, I start to see the picture.
      It's a picture of Diane and I posing Infront of the white House. A tear runs off my cheek and drops into the picture. I hear a hissing noise and look up just in time to see the curtains waving in the wind.