Remember Me??

Memory Lane

When the nurse finally returned with my phone, I had zonked out again. I mean, seriously. I don't know what kind of medication they had me on, but they were exhausting. When I woke up, my phone was sitting on the table to my left. I looked around groggily, but for once there was no one in my room besides me.

I grabbed my phone, and groaned at all my notifications. I had 7 missed calls from my mother, 3 texts, and 5 voice mails. I sent out a group text to my friends. I wished them a safe flight, and thanked them for coming out to check up on me. I told them I was fine, and as soon as they let me out of this place, and let me go home we would video call. I turned off my phone again, and sighed.

Tonight did not go as planned. This move was supposed to be good for me. I was supposed to be better here. Change was supposed to make me happy again. There was nothing to remind me of Felicia here. Yet everything reminded me of her. I couldn't escape her as hard as I tried. A silent tear made its way down my face as I thought of the day that brought so much pain.

The tears came more freely as I finally let myself think about what had  happened.

Music blared through the speakers; the bass thumping loudly and vibrating the dance floor. The aroma of liquor covered everything. It clung to the walls and the people it surrounded. No one seemed to mind, though. I dodged a couple on the stairs passionately making out, and opened up the closest door. I couldn't find Felicia anywhere. I wanted to tell her that I wanted to go home. It was my own fault I was stuck here though, I had pleaded with her to take me, too. I was only 14 and she was the cool big sister.

After searching for her for half an hour I decided to talk to the only other person here I knew. Kayla, the hostess. Kayla, her best friend. And also possibly the reason Felicia was...gone. When the kegs had started to run low, Kayla had volunteered my sister to go get more beer. Being the hostess, Kayla had told me, she couldn't get it herself. So she sent my sister.

I waited around for two hours for Felicia to return that night, when midnight rolled around and she still hadn't shown back up I was sick with worry. A police officer had shown up at that party that night to find me. When he knocked on the door, and a drunken teenager opened it up for him the only thing he said was, "I need to see a Crystal." I was sitting on the staircase next to the front door so i could catch Felicia as soon as she walked in.

I remember  my stomach dropping to my knees, when he had said my name. My first thought was, I'm busted. My mom is looking for me, and she sent the police to find me. But when he didn't break out his hand cuffs, and instead gave me a pitying look, I was confused.

"I need you to come with me Miss." I stood shakily, and walked out into the night.

I stumbled over my words when I asked him, "Am I in t-trouble s-sir?"

He looked at me again, straight into my eyes. "No, I'm afraid your sister has been in an accident."
 My mouth gaped open as this stranger gave me the shocking news.  I couldn't believe it...I didn't want to.

I couldn't form the words, but the officer saw the question in my eyes  He hung his head a little lower, "I'm sorry." was all he said. I knew that my sister has not made it. I knew that my best friend was gone in that moment. I let loose a strangled sob and fell to my knees. The officer let me cling to him as I cried. When I had settled down enough that I could hear his voice again, he told me he was going to take me to my mom.

The drive to the hospital was eerily silent. No more tears flooded my eyes. The officer didn't try to console me and I didn't try to speak to him either. I was in shock as most would call it. I didn't know what to do, or say.