Accident

Late Night Conversations

Laying in my bed, the next night I thought about how I used to sit on the roof and smoke blunts. I can't get up there anymore without the fear of falling off the roof, but as I lay in bed I hear a tap at the window. There is no way though because obviously I'm on the second floor. I hear a bang so I sit up, grabbing Frank my cane I walked over to the window.

"Hello?" I asked feeling stupid

"Open the window" a muffled voice from the roof said. Stepping back I pointed at Frank and said

"I can't see you, I don't trust you"

"Look I saw the lights on, I need somewhere to hide I promise I'll leave in like an hour?"

"If I open the window you promise not to kill me?" I asked

"Yes" the voice said

An hour later we were still sitting in the room awkward conversation here an there.

"So" he asked

"Yeah?"

"What's with all the dead flowers and I'm sorry cards? Who died? Or are you just into that?" he chuckled

"My best friends actually" I said

"Oh so you're her?"

"I'm who?" I asked slightly offended

"The girl who never came to school" he said nonchalant as though I should have known exactly who he meant.

"It's not like I didn't want to go! It's kind of hard to walk through the halls of a school where you get looks of pity every day, whispers behind your back as you get told 'I'm sorry for your lose' from every teacher and every single adult who recognizes you from the papers" I was on the bridge of tears not even from being sad but because I didn't want to be blind, I didn't want to be the girl with dead friends, I didn't want to have dead friends. I wanted to cry because I hadn't, not at there funerals because there were already to many people crying. I didn't want to have to go to more therapy then I already had to go to.

There was a knock on the door and I motioned for the boy to be quite

"Honey, you alright?" I heard my mother say

"I'm fine I'm just going to go to bed my eyes are tired."

"Ok sweetie, if you need anything I'm down the hall."

"Thanks mom, goodnight"

I walked to the window the stranger had entered through, and motioned for him to leave.

"You have to go." I said

"I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, I didn't know you were her." he spoke with an awkward steadiness

"My mom will be worried if I don't go eat something." once again j motioned for him to leave

"Would you mind if I stopped by again? I'd like you hear about your friends."

"Maybe" I said and could feel him brush past me and he went through the window. Something about him smelled so familiar.

"Bye" he said then I heard a loud thump as his feel hit the ground on the first floor

For some reason I thought back to why I hadn't gone to see Lauren and for the first time since right after the funerals I began to cry.