The Last Kiss

Chapter 3

Memories at CrossingBridge

I left the locker room a few minutes after Lance left me. After he left me alone, crying. After he left my heart in pain.

I walked in the hallway like a zombie, not even turning to Kirsten when she called me. I just concentrated in making my every step, in putting my foot over another. I wanted to run, eager to be in the parking lot so I can lock myself inside my car.  But my legs were too weak as my heart that it can’t even make me run, or to just simply half-run.

                    The moment I got inside my car, I immediately put my key into ignition and started the engine and headed   home. I badly wanted to go home, lock myself in my bedroom, fling on my bed, bury my face on my SpongeBob pillow, and cry my eyes out like a big stupid and pathetic baby.

                    Just as I was about to turn onto my street, I thought of a better thing to do. I mean, I can’t allow myself to do that somehow too stupid thing. So instead, I made a U-turn heading downtown. I passed the narrowCrossingBridge Streetwhere I used to walk with Kirsten and Arielle when we went out to enjoy ourselves, letting our feet lead us anywhere.

                     And then a memory played on my mind.  I gripped my stirring wheel very hard as I let my mind travel back in time.

                    It was an hour and a half before dawn, but the melting snow that covered the pavement seemed to be basking itself in the light of a full moon. With the street roads unfussy, and the air blowing smoothly and silently, nothing disturbed the calmness of the midwinter. Well, except me, Kirsten and Arielle who were singing on the top of our voices.  We were from Kyle’s, attended his thrown birthday party.

                     We were soon out of CrossingBridge street, and would be turning our way along the lane towards the village. There would still be few miles until we get to the village. Then there would be no more nasty dark corners that were giving me the creeps. It’s like that there will be something fanged beast that will come out from them.

                    “Wait a sec”, I came into a halt and extended my arms in front of Arielle and Kirsten to stop them. They both turned to me with those what-is-your-problem looks wore on there faces. I turned away from them and focused my gaze to the silhouetted figure lying ahead of us. I balled my hands into fist and rubbed my blurry eyes. I looked at the figure again and decided that it was a guy.

                   “Look at that”, I pointed my index finger towards the guy that was probably unconscious. “A guy.”

                   I was making my way towards the unconscious guy when Arielle grabbed me on my shoulder and  said, “What are you doing?”

                     I stared at her with my mouth gaped open. I yanked my shoulder and she continued, “What if it’s just a modus? And he’s a thief, or a criminal?” I watched her eyebrows twitching here and there as she spoke. “Or worse, what if he’ll stab you with a knife?”

                 “Jeez!” I rolled my eyes. I looked at ever helpful Kirsten for a support. “He needed help.”

                    “We can’t be so sure of that, toot.” Kirsten said, her hands on her hips. She shook her head and looked away into the lying guy. I was disappointed.

                  “So what, then? You’re saying that he’s a criminal or whatever?” I planted my hands on my hips, my foot tapping on the ground. “And we can’t be so sure of that, either, can we?”