Caution With Kerosene « girlxgirl

Caution With: Time

[Time never healed ]

'If you haven't heard by now, Edna Mahan Correctional Facility for Women is currently in an uproar.'

'Yes, John, it's been eight years since one of the most influential families was brutally murdered. As we speak many have congregated in front of the gates awaiting the release of Hayden Kelly.'
'If you ask me Kate, I don't believe she should be walking away a fre –'

"Turn it off please, Michael."

"Sure thing, Miss. Moreau."

The sound of warm air blowing through the vents fills the empty silence. I take in a deep breath in hopes to calm my raging pulse. My mind cluttered with thoughts. I find myself questioning the current situation. Will she be happy to see me? I'm not expecting her to rush me into a tight embrace, but I'm not expecting her to send me away. Maybe I should've let them tell her I was coming. I hang my head against the backseat window. Had it been up to me I would've driven myself up here to get her, it seems more personal that way, but I couldn't. My mother doesn't even know what I'm doing this morning and leaving Michael idle would've caused her to raise hell before I could even get far. Although, now that I think about it, she'll know what I was up to along with everyone else in New Jersey. I'll be all over the news. I can see it now,

'Editor in Chief Moreau of Xale Magazine supporter of Murderer Hayden Kelly!'

I'm going to get a lot of shit. And not just from curious and ignorant strangers, but from my parents. You would think they would be understanding; that they would've been accepting if I told them my plans with Hayden after all the years we've been friends. We were practically sisters. She was all I knew back then. We only knew of each other. At that point in time everything was going well for the most part. Our lives were what may have seemed perfect for those on the outside looking in, but not even my life events could measure up to what Hayden's were worth. You couldn't possibly compare. The truth of the matter, only we two know. What lead up to that night remains in the back of my mind. It remains between the two of us by secrecy.

After that night I was a wreck. After her sentencing I became an even bigger wreck. It took a year for me to realize just how twisted and unfair the system can be. I was constantly haunted by that night. I was haunted by the constant replay of her thin wrists restrained by silver cuffs, and her forcefully shoved in the back of the cop car with not a look of regret upon her face.

I sprint, in only a hoodie and small shorts, phone clutched within my hand, forcing my legs and lungs to keep up. Making a sharp left I wound up on the block crowded with onlookers, ambulances, blaring sirens, and the dancing colors of blue and red reflecting off of any nearby object in the dark night. Not caring to excuse any abrupt contact with those I run past, I fight my way to the front coming to a skidding stop. I look around at the scene before me. A black body bag lay in the lush green grass not far from the front steps. I divert my attention scanning through the many people cluttered in the yard and coming in and out of the front door. My eyes instantly pool as I begin to accept I've arrived too late. I fist my hair looking around frantically. My breath catches in my throat as my eyes watch a brown haired girl being escorted down the driveway. Her presence seems to cause an uproar within the crowd. Random slurs and shouts of disappointment top the sirens.

"You demented devil!"

"How could a child be so hateful?!"

"I hope they put you away for good, you good for nothing orphan!"

"I don't blame your folks for not wanting ya!"

I take in the bloody disheveled clothes of the girl and instantly feel the urge to empty the little contents of my stomach. No. no. no. My grip on my messy curls only tightens. I'm too late! There's nothing I can do. Her head lifts as she's ducked into the car. My eyes stay trained on her as she looks to be searching for my face in the mob, and it doesn't take her long to find it. Her face void of any emotion yet her usually bright eyes are now glossy and hold nothing but rage and hurt. For a moment it's as if our chaotic surrounding disappeared leaving only her and me in existence. Everything frozen long enough for her to mouth words she didn't ever see purpose in 'til now,