I can tell

Yeodeol

WARNING TOUCHY TOPICS

*suicide
*death

She looked at me with her big brown eyes sparkling from the ceiling light. "R-really," she said, stuttering through her sentence.

I nodded my head, not knowing what to do or how to respond.

"WHAT NUMBER AM I-," she started.

"33," I said before she even finished her sentence.

She stared at me for a second, taking in the new information and processing it the best she could.

"HOW," she asked, her bright eyes growing.

I looked at her, feeling my body ache. "It's kind of a long and depressing story," I said.

She looked at me again with big eyes. "Well I have time and I'm willing to listen if you want to tell me," she said softly.

I sighed a little, feeling my eyes already stinging. "Well," I started, "when I was seven, I was over at one of my best friend's houses. We were waiting for her dad to come home as he had gone out to get the mail. We were going to surprise him just because we had nothing better to do." I stopped, feeling the pain make my heart ache.

She rubbed my back slowly, seeing me attempting to hold back tears.

"He hadn't been out very long, but long enough for us to worry. So we opened the door and peeked out. We saw him turn a corner and because he was supposed to just be getting the mail, we followed him. As we walked to catch up to him, we heard sirens going off in front of him. We figured that someone had gotten pulled over or it was an ambulance or something, but unfortunately that wasn't the case. It was a high speed chase and no one knew about it or we wouldn't have been outside. Unfortunately, we just happened to be there as he walked to the end of the curb where-," I paused again.

The memory seemed to always come back clearer and clearer every time I talked about it out loud.

"Where the car drove sweeping out everything in its path, but us." I finished, not daring to look her in the eye before I herd a soft cry.

I looked up to see her patting her now puffy eyes with her sweatshirt sleeve. "I'm so, so sorry you had to go through that," she choked out, grabbing a hold of my hand and holding it tightly, "but do you know why that experience gave you this 'power?'"

I looked at her once more before pulling her into a hug. "I think it could be the neuro part of it. The fact that it was so sudden and I had never thought about or experience any kind of death. Or maybe that it happened in front of my very own eyes," I said, "I don't think I will ever know."

She nodded indicating that she agreed with me, "What about your best friend at the time?" she asked, calming me down with her soft voice.

"'What happened to her,'" I quoted, looking down.

She nodded again, "Yeah."

I took a sharp breath in before answering, "She unfortunately took her own life that next year. At only eight years old." I felt hot tears begin to stream down my face.

She sniffled tears running down her own face as she hugged me again, but this time laying down further onto the bed and snuggling into the sheets. "I'm so sorry."

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Sorry for the short and sad chapter, but this was kind of a filler...