Why She Jumped

2 // The Reality

 

 

 "Sorry about that, Spence. Please… Please don’t tell anyone.”

 

Carly popped up into the camera's view. Her hair straightened down, as usual. But today she had it pinned back. On her lips, was the pale pink gloss I had given her two years ago for her birthday. She was smiling, unlike her past video where she was faking one. “I’m so happy!’

 

 The officer paused the video, and studied Carly, writing down every little thing she had done, before hitting play, she turned to me.  “Clearly, she’s had abuse by her father, did you ever indicate any signs of abuse?”

 

I held my breath, my throat going dry. I licked my lips, looking down at my feet. It would be a lie to say I didn’t. It was pretty obvious that the videos she sent me a video that showed depression. “No.”

 

On the inside, I was brutally beating myself up. The wrong word had fallen out, and the officer would tell I was lying. “I didn’t.”

 

The cop stared over at me, holding up her coffee mug, and taking a drink of it. Then, breathing out, as if she was smoking. Anyone could tell she knew I was lying. “Naturally.”

 

“Let’s get down to it!” Carly squealed, walking outside of the house. The background changed from the white walls, to a beautiful blue sky. From the unsteady way the camera was jumping, made it easy to tell that she was walking. “I wish you were here… so that you could….”

 

She approached a house that appeared to be across from her own house. Carls was standing on a porch, facing a huge brick house. Turning the camera around, she knocked on the white door.

Within mere seconds, a girl with brown hair, and red streaks walked out. She was wearing a beret with a tank top, and denim shorts. On the girls feet were black flip flops. “…Meet Jessie!”

 

“Carly?” The girl called out, in a thick accent of something, something totally NOT French. The way she said, ‘Carly’ sounded more like, ‘Car-whee’.

 

“Jessie!” Carly hugged the girl, then turned the camera around so they were both in the picture. “This is my new friend, and neighbor, Jessie.”

 

“What are you doing??” Jessie asked, pushing her hair out of her face, revealing the large amount of eyeliner she was wearing.

 

“As the youtubers say, I’m ‘vlogging’.” Carls told the girl, smiling. Jessie just arched her eyebrows slightly, but nodded.

 

“Who is the, like, the person you’re talking to?” Jessie traced her finger around the lens of the camera. “I mean, who are you sending it to?”

 

“My friend from back home.” Carly responded with a smile. The same smile she gave me in her last video. The one that any stranger would call normal, but I knew she was really hurting.

 

“Pause the video!” I screeched, jumping from the chair. Before the officer did anything, I ran out of the room. The hard, cold, truth had just hit me.

 

I wasn’t Carly Jefferson’s friend. I was her murderer. If I would have stepped up to the plate, and report her family, and her pain, she would still be here.

 

It was all my fault. Through sprints, tears escaped my eyes.

 

I was evil, and I’d never see Carly alive again.

 

But, hopefully soon enough I’d see her.

 

Sorry for the short chapter. I'll update tonight. :) Or tomorrow. :)