Fly ∆way Girl

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How long can someone stay knocked out? I wondered as we stared down at my nearly dead body.

Nearly dead. How strange it is to think that about myself; how even weirder it is to watch it happen.

Not much longer now... That's what Josiah said, yet, I see no threat. Where's my killer?

My bet was on JT, but he seemed too drunk to function, let alone plan a murder. Maybe he didn't plan it. Maybe Leslie sends him out here to finish me off, or perhaps she did it herself...

Whoever it was, I wish they'd hurry up and get here because I'm getting bored. "Come on Harley, wake up." I said. I exhaled deeply, annoyed at my almost corpse.

Perhaps she doesn't want to wake up, not ever. Could this be the end? The big bang at the end of this mysterious journey?

I can imagine Josiah saying "Hey Harley, guess what, you're not dead, you're in a coma... Yep I was lying this whole time to throw you off. I got bored and I figured I'd screw with a pitiful human."

He looked over at me, glaring from beneath his brooding brow. He obviously didn't like my thoughts.

Suddenly, Harley sat straight up, breathing erratically. Her eyes darted around the empty back yard, probably wondering what the heck happened.

Great, she's still alive, for now anyway...

She looked back at the house that was booming with life, a look of confusion smeared across her face.

"Don't even think about going back in there.." I told her. "Save yourself the embarrassment."

She listened to my command even though she couldn't hear it, and laid back down in the dew drenched grass.

A strong wind blew past her, picking up her alcohol soaked hair. Her nose and freckled cheeks were rosy red from the cold, but she didn't seem to care. Her gaze was in the stars.

Shiny tears began to overflow her eyelids. She didn't make an effort to wipe them away, or to hide them. There was no one left to see. There was no one left to comfort her, or to tell her that it would be okay. But, the truth is, it's not going to be okay. Not for her.

Her killer could be watching right now and she has no idea. She's not paying attention to her surroundings, her mind is in the sky amongst the stars.

She rose slowly from the ground, testing her balance. When she found her footing, she slung her bag back over her shoulder and started off into the woods at a sluggish pace.

Does she want to be killed? Because walking into the dark forest is what people that want to die do... She's lost her mind. I think she's gone insane.

Josiah pulled me up from the ground with tired, lazy effort, and we followed after Harley yet again.

Her pace was very slow. She stumbled several times, mainly because she couldn't take her eyes off the sky. She was mesmerized by the bright full moon, almost like it had her in a hypnotic trance. It's nearly impossible for the darkness to hide now. The moon was overpowering the woods and it's naked trees. It's magnificent light exposed all of Harley's flaws. Her bruises and wounds were prominent, her puffy face and tangled hair were wrapped in the wondering light. She couldn't hide anymore.

She had absolutely no concern for where her feet were taking her, or rather to whom they were taking her. It's going to happen any moment now, I can tell. I could feel it in the wind somehow, like a whispering secret. A secret that will soon be exposed.