Chapter seventeen
Dana's P.O.V.
I wasn't ready.
I wasn't ready to kill Vincent. I wasn't ready to face the fact that I was going to kill...my best friend.
Actually, no. He wasn't my best friend. Sabrina is...was my best friend.
What would she think of all this? She was so wise...it was like she had the advice of an a wise person. Who had been through a lot. But she was only sixteen.
She was also smart, pretty, and hilarious. You want a definition of the perfect friend? Look in the dictionary, and there would be a picture of Sabrina.
I miss her like you wouldn't imagine. She was almost like a sister to me, she was just...my best friend.
Sure, Georgia and Ali were so close to me too. They were the other two in our 'group'. But Sabrina was almost like the leader. The kind, hilarious, wise, leader.
I wish she was here. I trust what she would say...if she thought all this was a bad idea, than we wouldn't be doing it.
The thing I want to know most in the whole world...is what happened to her. Is she off somewhere fabulous having the time of her life? Did she runaway and was now somewhere cool?
I couldn't even think of the worst possible answer to that question. The most reasonable answer.
Was Sabrina...dead?
I couldn't even comprehend that thought. I tried to shake it out of my head. I wish I could just pretend that this was all a dream, and not worry. But I can't do that. It's not possible at this point.
"You okay?" Georgia asked chewing her pancakes. We were at an IHOP, Lauren said she was going out. Probably looking for Vincent or something.
I nodded my head. I only ordered a bagel, I didn't really feel like eating. "Just thinking about Sabby." I used our old nickname for Sabrina. I instantly regretted it, because Ali and Georgia tensed up. Obviously, upset.
Tom awkwardly stared down at his food. None of us knew what to say or do.
Good job Dana. I thought to myself. Way to make everything more uncomfortable than it already was.
Ali picked up her fork and started pushing her eggs back and forth across her plate.
"Can't we just talk about it?" I asked quietly.
Everyone looked up at me, their faces unsure. "I don't know." Georgia said.
"No. I don't want to." Ali stood up, through a ten dollar bill on the table- her share of the tab- and walked out of the restaurant.
I stared after her. "Don't worry. She'll just be in the car." Tom said, not really paying attention.
I nodded. "I know that." I turned to Georgia. "So...can we?"
Georgia stared off to the wall. Not answering.
"Georgia, PLEASE?" I begged with her. I was dying to talk about it with SOMEONE. No one would though, they were too afraid too.
Georgia sighed. "I don't know what to say to you, Dana. Our best friend went missing. No one's seen her for a year. Chances are, she's..." She coughed. "Dead." She choked out.
"Don't you think I know that? I don't need to hear the facts of her case. All I want to do, is talk about...how we feel." I know the words sounded extremely sappy, sounding like they were coming out of a chick flick. But they were the only words I could think of at the time.
"HOW WE FEEL? Are you kidding me with that crap? How do you think I feel? I feel completely hurt. Pain. Like there is this whole in my head, I can't get rid of. I want my best friend back." Georgia softened her voice a little at the last sentence, and wiped a few tears.
I reached out to touch her hand, But she pulled away. She stood up, threw some money on the table, and walked outside to meet with Ali, I guessed.
I looked down at the table. Tom was still sitting their awkwardly. We didn't say anything more, just asked for the check.
My attempts at trying to confront the Sabrina issue, was shattered. All there was left to do was to resort back to the problem at hand.
We had only five days left to kill a vampire.
