As I hear Steven's last words I loose all control I thought I had over my feelings. I hugged Steven's dead body. I heard someone running my direction, but I didnt care.
"Miss, are you okay?" A police officer asked me. I just shook my head and cradled Steven in my arms. I looked at myself to realize I was covered in Steven's blood.
"Oh my gosh..." I mutter.
"Are you hurt?" The police officer asks.
"No," I say, refusing to look at him. "I'm not..."
"What happened to you?" He asks.
"I don't even know anymore..." I say. Awkward silence fills the air, but I'm not complaining.
"I'm sorry about your friend," he says kindly. I glance up at him.
"Me too," I mutter and I feel more tears coming on.
"Hey," the police tries to get my attention.
"Sorry, what?" I say, snapping out if a trance.
"Do you know who did this?" He repeats.
"We both know who did this," I say quietly.
"Do you need a ride home?
"I think I can walk," I say.
"I don't think it's safe for you to go anywhere alone, especially after what just happened. Would you like me to take you home?" He asks. He does have a point. Dang it. I reluctantly nod and I realize how stiff I'd gotten. I walked back to the squad car and got in. When the police officer had pulled up to my house, my parents rushed out.
"What happened?" My mom asks in a panic.
"Did she do anything?" My dad asked. Classic Dad.
"No, no. Your daughter didn't do anything wrong," my parents sighed in relief. "Your daughter's friend was murdered. She witnessed it all." My mom gasps and I look down, holding back tears.
"Oh, Sweetie, I'm so sorry," my mom says, hugging me. She pulls back and notices the blood, which was now drying on my hands and shirt. "Oh my. How about you go clean up?"
I walk past her and I see both my parents talking to the police officer before I head into the shower. I remember the necklace Stevan gave me a few months ago for my birthday was still around my neck. I take it off and hold the small bluebird charm in my hands. More tears spill down my cheek.
I don't know how I'm going to go on. Stevan was the only person who truly understood me. He knew everything about me. He was the only one that accepted me for who I am. Not even my parent know as much about me as he did. They don't understand me. Now my only friend is gone. I'm loosing myself, and there's no way to get me back.
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BlueBird •A Jeff The Killer Fanfic•
FanfictionCarla wasn't always normal. She's been slipping through reality's fingertips since the day she was born. Can anyone stop her before she's too far gone?
