The Worst Year Ever

Midnight

Monday, July 23rd, 2012

Midnight

By the next day, I was still fuming with the events of yesterday. That was the third week anniversary of Skylar's death and they decide to take me to her grave because they are worried about me and think I'm crazy, or something stupid like that. Just thinking about yesterday makes me want to throw something across the room.

When I got home last night, I screamed inside of a pillow to let out all my anger and frustration and then I just layed there, doing nothing for the rest of the day.

I did the same thing when I woke up earlier, I just screamed inside my pillow upon remembering what happened the day before. I still can't believe they did that. I also just think it's so ironic that I was just about to get up the courage to tell them about Skylar and the mess were in. I thought they might be able to help at least, but how are they going to do that when they don't even believe me in the first place.

Today ends up being like every other day. I stay in my room all day and only leave to get food or to go to the bathroom. I, of course, don't want to stay in Mom's company because I know that she will only bring me down even more with her sad voice and dead eyes. And my only firends that I see outside of school are Ashley and Elena and there is no way in hell that I am going to go and see them. Not after what happened yesterday.

I look at the clock and see that it's 9:30 p.m. I yawn after looking at the time. I've never been the type to stay up late. Even at sleepovers, I'm the first one to fall asleep and the first one to wake up the next morning. 

I waited up all day, hoping Skylar will show up but she did not... again. I'm trying not to freak out at this point, but it's hard. She's never stayed away for this long. I think to myself that I hope she's okay but then I laugh out loud when I remember that she's dead and no one can see or hear her and she has amazing otherworldly powers, so of course she's okay. 

I try to convince myself that she'll show up again, but I'm not so sure about that anymore. I hope with all my heart that I will see my sister again.

My eyes start to feel heavy and my head starts pounding so I just rest my head on my soft pillow and rest my eyes for a moment.

"HELEN, STOP!" I hear the echo of Skylar's voice commanding me, but I don't listen. Skylar's not here anymore, so I know that this is just my head messing with me because Skylar never really was with me after all, it was all my imagination. Damn, I really am crazy.

I open the back door to Ashley's house and cautiously step inside, not wanting to be seen or heard. I look all around the kitchen to see that no one is there. I know that her mom and sister are not here because both of their cars were gone. And I know for a fact that she is here, and she's just in her room because she doesn't have a life outside of ruining ofther people's life.

"HELEN, NO!!!! GO BACK!!!" I hear Skylar screech at me again but I ignore this little figment of my imagination. I smirk, knowing what I'm about to do.

I make my way slowly upstairs, my mind only focused on the mission at hand. Her bedroom door is closed, and I slowly creak it open and peek inside. She is lying on her bed, apparently asleep, with her back facing me. Too easy, I think to myself. I feel a stab of disappointment at this thougth. I was really hoping for more of a challenge.

The metal contraption suddenly feels heavy in my hand. I've never been this kind of person, but I know that this is something that I have to do. This has to get done. She's ruined everything. She is the reason that this all happened and it took me way too long to realize it.

I gulp, suddenly feeling nervous as I raise the weapon so that it's pointing directly at the back of her head. I cock the bullet into place and the sound seems to get her attention because she rolls over and sees me standing there a few feet away from her bed with a gun in hand, pointing at her hed, and about to pull the trigger. 

I can still hear Skylar's screams and protests in my mind, but I ignore them. What happens next happens so fast that I barely have time to register it all. Skylar suddenly appears before me with her hands up, shielding her from me. 

"STOP!!!" she yells at the top of her lungs, but I barely even register that she's there. She appeared so quickly and suddenly that by the time I even realized she was there, it was too late. I already pulled the trigger. The bullet went straight through Skyalr and she disapears into a wisp of smoke the moment I pull the tirgger. And now, I just watch as Ashley's dark red blood soaks into her sheets.

I sit up in my bed, sweating from head to foot. I can't believe I just dreamed that! What the hell was that? That just ain't right! I would never ever do that to anyone, no matter what they did, let alone one of my best friends. Nothing Ashley or Elena would do could be so bad that I would actually feel the need to kill them so mercilessly like that.

I look at the clock and it reads 11:59. I watch as it turns midnight.