Fade|Jon Moxley|

- 5

Rosalie's POV

I would've never expected to say this in my life, but I was so grateful to go back to school. After all that I've been through, it seems that school takes me away from the sudden odd place I called my neighborhood. I can simply clear my mind at school, and just calm down.

Since I arrived a little to early, barely anyone was already in the building. Sighing to myself, I knew that I would just have to roam the halls then. And, I did. The white tiled, hard floors constantly made me dizzy. The indigo lockers seemed to just spread on to the next floor. The sight suddenly changed, as I came to a stop. Everything disoriented. "What the hell did I eat this morning?," I murmured to myself. It was the usual pancakes and some drink I found in the refrigerator. I assumed it was just sprite, but I'm not really sure. I slapped my forehead, repeating how stupid I am.

The strange scenery looked as if it never changed, when I rubbed my eyes, violently. Stupid, Stupid. Stupid!

"I don't think a beautiful girl like you should be harming yourself." I immediately jumped, looking in the direction of the voice. "Phil, what are you doing here so early?" Phil wasn't always the first person to everything, so seeing him here really surprised me. And, yeah I did hear a second pair of footsteps behind me earlier, but I was basically having a trip. I just assumed that it was my mind trickery. Phil shrugged. "I could barely sleep the whole night, and anyway, I'd rather be in school than home." I nodded, not in the mood currently.

Once again, Phil wore a sweater today, even though we're in the start of fall. Basically, it was steaming outside, but he never seemed bothered by it. He always did, and it left me curious every time. He never addressed why, though, so I guess it's not a big deal. "Why are you so early, Rose?" Not many people called me Rose, so him doing it just seemed strange. What made it stranger was the fact that we've been best friends for a while, but we never seemed to hang out as much. I didn't want to tell him what happened the past week. Not now, anyway. So, I shrugged, trying to think of a lie. "Got a head start yesterday," I pepped. He obviously had no idea what I meant, so I had to explain myself. "I slept early, Phil." God, he doesn't catch on fast, I thought, as he finally nodded, saying "Oh." The rest of the time by ourselves seemed awkward.

School went on without any problems. Nothing special happened, because after all, it's just school. April and Celeste talked amongst themselves, me in a daze. Without Barbara's usual pep talk about Randy (Who did have feelings towards her at some point) everything seemed weird. "You okay, Rosie Posie?" I didn't respond to April, nodding off. I didn't notice that I was just staring at my food, biting into a fry. "Just peachy." I honestly didn't know why I was so bothered by it, but hell, this just didn't add up. I didn't want to admit it to myself, but the dead body could've just been my imagination. That whole day could've been my imagination, but I needed to let someone know.

Lunch ended soon, and so did most of my classes, thankfully. I've been contemplating on whether to actually acknowledge to both April and Celeste what I noticed. But, they would've understood unless there was proof. Lucky enough for me, Celeste and April unknowingly answered my prayers. Celeste has always been one to have fun, and April and I usually tagged along because most of what she enjoyed was quite interesting.

Tonight was the usual movie night at her house, and I couldn't have passed the offer. I could take my mind off of my refining life, and maybe explain to them my troubles. Since it was my turn to choose a movie tonight, I found the perfect horror. Scream. It was one of my absolute favorites, and the plot actually had a small connection to what I wanted to tell them. They agreed to it, and since then, we've been staring at the TV screen, intensely. A classic horror movie wouldn't be complete without the occasional jump scares, causing us to jump every once in a while. The current scene was the reveal of 'Ghostface', being both Stu and Billy. I was contemplating on whether to let them know then, or wait until after the movie. Needless to say, my thought process was too intense, until I just blurted it out. "I need to tell you guys something."

April was practically glued to the screen, her mouth wide open in anticipation and trauma. "Huh?," Celeste questioned, as if she didn't hear what I said rather loud. "I said I have to tell you guys something. Something very important and secretive." April still didn't pay any attention to me, but Celeste waited for me to carry on, positioning herself to face me. "Okay, out with it." Luckily, Celeste seemed to notice how serious I seemed, but I needed that support from both her and April. Rolling my eyes, I paused the movie, right before the stabbing of Stu. "Hey!," April exclaimed, like an annoyed child. "I was watching tha-" "We can finish that later, but I really need to tell you guys something."

April's annoyed expression remained, but grew more anticipating towards me than the movie. "What's wrong?" I wasn't sure how to tell them, honestly. "I was in Deadman's Park-" "You were in Deadman's Park?," April interrupted, with disbelief and panic. "Yeah I was, let me finish. Long story short, I found a dead body." I wasn't sure what was more alarming to them, what I said, or the nervous grin on my face that resembled a mad man. "Did you call the police, at least?," Celeste spoke this time. I cringed in response, not even thinking about that at the time. "No, but I wasn't sure at the time if it really was a dead body, or not, and even now I'm not so sure."

"Well, then we should do just that." They didn't understand why I was telling them this. "The problem is that the body seemed familiar, like Barbara's." Everything seemed silent and frozen after that. They obviously knew that it was a possibility. After all, she's dead now. If a guy took her "home", surely he could've killed her and left her in an abandoned area. But, they still didn't seem to understand. "Well, what are we supposed to do?" "I say we go to the park again, and look for the body," I responded. "Oh no," Celeste quickly replied. "We can't just do that and expect to find her. Especially in Deadman's Park. The name itself explains exactly why we shouldn't go there." "Oh c'mon, Celeste," I started. "The name is a myth. The park was originally named Clear Lake. Calm down."

"Rosalie, I agree with Celeste. We shouldn't really go there, especially after all that's been going on lately. It's just not safe place to go right now." I sighed, defeated. They could sense my stern posture. "Fine." I checked my watch for an excuse. "It's getting late. I better head home." April and Celeste protested, but after all that they agreed on, I wasn't in the mood.

As I put on my jacket and walked out, without any wave towards them, I knew that someone had to understand my situation, but it was difficult to figure out that someone. I drove off, with a full mind of concentration. I already knew Celeste and April weren't help, Colby is clueless to it all, Phil's too distant lately, and there was no way that I was going to my parents for help. To ease my problems, I just thought about Jon. He was the only one that probably would've understood. After all, we're kind of friends, if anything, and he's the only person who probably wouldn't think that I was a delusional psycho that possibly sucked face with the body instead of tripping on it. And besides, I only used time as an excuse. 10:59 boldly beamed on my phone, signaling that I might just have a chance with his help. Guess I know who I'm visiting tonight.