Francesca Shane Ross (Or just Shane)
I don’t know how long I stayed in that bathroom holding her, at some point I dosed off. I woke up to someone nudging me quite harshly. When I opened my eyes and looked down Mila was gone…but I was still in the bathroom, lying on the floor.
There was a dim light flashing through the crystal clear window that shone through like rainbows. I was mesmerized by the spectrum pyramids colors.
But good things must come to an end, suddenly the spectrum was gone and some dark shady figure stood over me.
Good. Kill me so I can hasten to catch up with Mila.
“Kill me” I said looking up at it. Make it fast. Make it painless!
“Honey, I’m not going to kill you” he said, his voice friendly and polite. Those words sent layers of sadness through me like electricity.
“Please…” I whimpered softly as he took my hand pulling me upwards. In the light I saw him better…he was what most girls would consider handsome but to me he was a pretty boy.
Brown hair that was cut short into a Logan Henderson BTR style, and baby blue eyes with a strong jaw line.
“Why would you want to die, sweetheart?” he asked, leading me out of the bathroom like I was some sort of fragile daffodil.
And I am not.
I snatched my arm away from him folding my arms around myself, distancing from him….as we walked to the front door.
So many things rummaged through my mind I was trapped in my own little black whole.
“I’m sorry for your loss. She wouldn’t have wanted you to die though” he whispered as we walked into the sunlight.
That washed through me like a bucket of ice cold water…it made my veins turn to ice and a snarl formed as I looked at him.
“You don’t know me… and you didn’t know her. You don’t know anything.” I said in a harsh voice.
“Hey its okay, I lost my best friend last year. You’ll get over it.” He said as I gained sight of my parents.
“Here’s my card if you ever need someone to talk to” he said, and when I got a good look at him I saw he was better looking then I thought…
God.
He was the type of guy Mila would go for…
I took his card looking at it for a moment…his name was Josh Lengua. Paramedic in training….
“Francesca!!” yelled my mom. Her hair was in rollers and she was wearing her bath robe, oh god mother.
Uh Oh. She called me Francesca. Everyone called me Shane…except my mom when she was worried or pissed.
My mom is a bit over protective.
And right now I don’t feel like dealing with her fretting all over me.
She ran over giving me a bone crushing hug….
“Oh baby! You can not go to college in California!!! You need your mama now more than ever!” she yelled.
Could my life get any worse?!
“Mom…get off me.” I said shimmying my way out of her brace.
“We can still get you out of UCLA! You can go to UNY!” she went on and on and on about how I could not go to California.
“I am going. End of story. I’m just not going to Mila’s funeral.”
