Blessing the Dead

Chapter 1

   "Don't tell me what was said about me,tell me why were           they so comfortable telling it to you?"

Allicia POV :

I was knocking at her door furiously all while terribly balancing her favourite ice cream and snacks. This is our so called tradition to always bring our favourite snacks when
we find something is off.

I glanced at my attire I was wearing blank white shirt and denim jacket. My legs squeezed in skinny black jeans. My fiercely red hairs were tied down in braid with few bangs out.

My name is Allicia Adam. I am 17 in senior year. I have dark blue eyes that compliments my slightly tan skin. I am 5.5 not very tall I know. But I was happy and thankful for my features.

Elizabeth my bestfriend's house was comely representing bungalow. Double story building painted white walls, a small but beautiful garden, my favourite part of her house.

The air was ripe with pleasant, dewy petrichor giving me a mystical lore. I suddenly wished that we both were here with a cup of tea and a good book. We shared each other dreams,our dream prince in charming and dream house. It's kinda weird because even though she used to share her dreams she never believed it. Never prayed for it. Neither expected anything.

Nothing changes if nothing changes.

But people do, and then they start hating their old self thinking it was dump and stupid. Actually it was their old self who some of their life's sincerest people adored.
Now, can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?

She had been avoiding me for a week now. Not bothering to even attend her classes. I tried calling her but it went straight to voice mail.
I was her only friend and it wasn't herself to to ignore or avoid me. She was sullen last week but not once mentioning  any thing.

I called her, three days earlier. To which she dejectedly replied,

   "I need some space."

Following upon her wish, I never called her until today.

I had enough of her woebegone self.

No matter what she think now I don't care. I can feel she is not okay. And she needs me and I am not ever leaving her like that, all to herself.

After waiting for what seemed like an hour but only ten minutes, I decided to invade her privacy and retrieved the keys from under the WELCOME mat.

Stepping inside, accelerated my heartbeat. Her house was dark way too dark. Opposite to its usual self. I always adored her enticing house, defination of 'home'.

I marched quickly towards her dimly lit room and  invited myself inside.
Her room spacious but squalid with empty cans and nasty dreadful odor.

Feeling morose I glanced around her messy queen sized bed with cream colored sheets and laptop settled messily between her sheets. On the right side was her small but comfortable couch.

She wasn't in her room.

The shower was on, I sighed at least I will meet her today.
Deciding to clean her a room a bit. I made her bed. Threw away empty cans and air sprayed it.

After doing that, I went downstairs to keep the carton of ice cream in the freezer and based upon her cold room making her sandwich and hot coco.

Placing everything on her nightstand, I figured she is still not out.

Striding towards her laptop I placed it on my lap and stared at it's screen.

Her mail's inbox was opened.