I woke up in Ivan's Limo. James, Ivan, Bradley, Stephanie, and Lisa is sitting around me.
"She's alive!" Ivan jokingly yells.
"We're still not sure if either you got dehydrated, or someone spiked the punch" Lisa says.
I'm feeling okay; we must be going to Olive Garden.
"Young Master, we've reached the destination," Mr Tubic, the Driver informs.
"Thank you," Ivan replies
We leave the Limo, we took the buffet, I grab a plate and gave Mr Tubic some food and a bottle of water, and he tips his hat as a thank you. And went back to them.
"So have you heard?" Stephanie asks.
"Sorry. I don't know what's you're talking about," Lisa says.
"There's a boy that got killed, yesterday," Ivan clears.
"What?!" I yell softly.
"Yeah, he got killed at his Sixteenth birthday; his girlfriend must be devastated..." James says.
"Who was he?" I ask curiously.
"It was Arnold Carlton, Marie must feel really destroyed," Bradley answers.
Arnold's dead? Poor Marie... She must be devastated, no wonder I didn't see her today. I'm going to send my condolences.
"She's such a sweet girl too... She's very pretty, with her Straight, long, beautiful Black hair, and beautiful moisturized skin," Lisa says with admiration.
"The only down side is her black colored eyes that creeps me out," Stephanie says.
"I remember last year, someone died as well, Heather Halesworth," Ivan reminds.
Heather Halesworth, it was her birthday, she turned fifteen... We've been having deaths in our town, a Serial Killer. It was always Six Jabs of a knife, it started with a Pregnant Woman, then a Newborn baby, no one paid much attention during that time, then a one year old, the two years old, then three, then four, then five, and so on, and so on. This serial killing has been around for eighteen years. Today... I'm so glad it wasn't me, I'm turning sixteen. No one has ever seen this person, but whoever that person is, they're cunning.
Every year, just before my birthday. My parents make sure that I'm not the next victim, they get twelve guards, they patrol around the house for three days before and three days after my birthday, and we have six attack dogs. They're over protective, I know.
My friends have the same type of parents. Lisa, Bradley, and James were born in the same year as I was, Stephanie, and Ivan was born the year before us. Hopefully next year... None of us gets killed.
Besides, we are 'stuck up' rich kids, as people say nowadays, we're not stuck up, not everyone in my circle of friends are rich, and we’re not as different from me and you. My parents didn't let me grow up spoiled, they wanted me to earn it, so I did chores, and a weekly allowance is given to all of us, even these guys, our families are well tied together, that's how we know each other right away, well not right away-right away, just like I-have-heard-so-much-about-you right away, we don't like talking much before, but now we're pretty close.
Getting that aside, we land back to the topics of Prom, Dresses, Plans, After Prom, and this summer. We ate Italian food of course, since we are in Olive Garden. We then went to Starbucks, and then went to the bowling alley. We're having so much fun! I forgot about all the problems we were talking about.
But then...
"Hi..."
I couldn't look at him...
"How are you?"
Lisa and Bradley are ordering food, Ivan and Stephanie are playing pool upstairs, and James went to the restroom thirty second ago! I'm all alone! With him...
"I waited for everyone to leave... Just so I can talk to you..."
I finally look at him, and his expression was killing me... His light bright blue eyes are filled with tears building up; he's pale, as if seeing a ghost, he's trying his best, trying not to cry.
"Hi," I say.
"Hey..." He says achingly, he bites his red lips, feeling pain.
"I'm fine. How's life treating you?" I slowly said.
I feel like I want to run away, but I can't just leave. He's in front of me, holding his light brown hair. James and the others aren't here, and the air is too heavy for me to breathe, my heart aches, my brain hurts, I'm shaking. I look down...
"I'm sorry..." He says.
I look at him, and grinned at him...
"It's okay... It wasn't your fault..."
"It is..." He looks down, let's go of his hair, and let his arms stay loose.
The atmosphere just got heavier and heavier the more he stands there with eyes that breaks even the happiest person on earth and bring them to tears of pain and misery.
My eyes are starting to tear up, the air is too heavy now, the atmosphere is now depressing, I look at the corner and I see James walking towards me, he sees him, and gives a look at me and gave a look, his face flushed.
"He's coming..." I tell him.
He closes his eyes, swallows deeply, and let the tears fall, and smiled. He looks at me with a happy look. And when James was very near, he nods at me and say thank you.
"What was that about?" James says.
"Nothing important," I tell him.
I didn't want the night to be ruined. I stood up and hugged him; I open my eyes and see him far away, looking at me with tears running down. I detach myself from James, I faked a smile.
"Had a good time in there? Took you too long," I say jokingly.
He laughs, "There was a line up, which rarely happens. Apparently, there's a party upstairs," he says.
I punched him lightly and we both laughed and giggled. I gave a quick glance at him and he's sitting down, his face shoved down and his arms cover his face, resting on the table, he's crying... I can tell.
"So, when are we going to play?" He asks.
"Now!" Ivan shouts, Stephanie, Bradley and Lisa behind him.
It was our ship names that were on the screen, James and I are Kirmes, Lisa and Bradley are Brisa, finally, Ivan and Stephanie is Iphanie. We play turn by turn and Brisa wins! Oh well, better luck next time.
Me and James then went to the field I mentioned earlier, it was beautiful, the blue moon shines down on the beautiful water, and the sound of the trees, and the water makes the surrounding breathtaking, Brisa and Iphanie went home, it's magical here.
"Do you like it?" James asks.
I nod at him, and I just stared at the stars with awe.
"I used to go here with my best friend."
"Ivan?" I asked.
"No... He passed away two years ago... He was the fifteenth Victim of that serial killer..."
"I'm so sorry..."
He started to tear up.
"Darn it. Who left these onions here?"
He joked around; I came towards him and hugged him.
"Don't worry; it's just you and me... Let it all out..."
He started to cry... I felt his pain, his grief, his agony, losing someone absolutely close to you can tear you apart, no wonder he didn't come to school for two months during Freshman Year...
He calmed down, and then we had fun by playing all sorts of games under the silver moonlight, we then left home, I promised myself to never ever let him get hurt like that ever again, I promise that to you James... I promise.
