Crazy (A Camren Story)

Chapter Two: Fallen Angel

I awoke on a cold Saturday morning. When I came into consciousness, I looked down to see that my clothes were gone, and I was left in my underwear. Don't tell. Don't speak. Don't act. I tried to remember what I did last night but my mind went blank. I disregarded the clothes, or lack thereof, and I made myself some coffee. I got dressed and headed for the door. Walking down the driveway, I could sense something evil in the air. I got in my Ford F150 and set off to the mall.

I stopped the car in its tracks when I saw horror in its true form. The body was by the entrance of the Empire State Building. The street painted red. With trembling hands, I pulled the car over and got out. When I walked up, I saw a woman, sitting on the curb. Taking a closer look, I realized it was my lifelong friend, Ally. I ran as fast as I could in the frigid New York air. She was crying, her blood covered hands shielding her face from the scene. Shivering in fear, between her sobs, she uttered the words, "he's dead." Hesitance present in my movements, I looked over at the body and saw that the victim is, none other than, Austin Mahone.

With trembling hands, I pulled out my phone and called an ambulance while Ally was still sitting, sobbing. The ambulance got there about a few minutes later, but it was too late. He was dead. I held my head down in despair as I watched the paramedics take him away in an oversized black body bag.

I questioned Ally with the softest voice I could at that time, "What happened?"

She took her hands off her face and responded, "I don't know."

Tearing my eyes away from her bloody face, I looked down at her shaking hand and saw a bloody knife. She was still shaking. Don't tell. Don't speak. Don't act. I took the knife away from her and I started to tremble. She couldn't have done this.

"Did you do this?" I asked, "did you kill Austin?"

"No I..." she trailed off, "I don't think I did."

"What does that mean?"

"I went to the bar after the dinner. I drank a lot last night and I don't remember much. I'm so sorry. But I'm telling you right now, I didn't kill him."

"You're coming with me to the police department."

"Wait I'm telling you..."

She stopped when I grabbed her arm and put her in the back of my car. Don't tell.  Don't speak. Don't act. I drove as fast as I could down to the police station while Ally was yelling from the back seat, "I didn't do it! I found him like that!"

I took the handcuffs I always kept on me and made her put her hands behind her back. She struggled for a few seconds, but she gave up. I pushed her into the police department.

Everyone's eyes were on me when I walked through those doors, my clothes stained in dark blood. "I found her next to the scene of the crime holding the murder weapon."

"I didn't do anything," she pleaded, "I tried to save him!"

"Thank you Lauren." one of the police officers told me, "I will take her to the holding cells." After he had gone from view, I put my head in my cold, trembling hands and wept. I understood that he bullied us but that is no reason for her to kill him. I sat down at my desk and I found a note written on a yellow sticky note:
Hello Lauren. Do not trust Ally. She has done a terrible thing. Don't tell. Don't speak. Don't act. She will get what she deserves soon. You have done a terrible thing. You don't believe in me. I have shown you what I can do.

I dropped the note to the floor. That was in my handwriting, but I never remembered writing it. Also that "Don't tell. Don't speak. Don't act" thing repeated in my mind that whole morning.

As I walked out of the building, the blood-filled streets haunted me. All I could remember was Austin's body, his eternal rest was secured. The sun-loving people payed no attention to the crime scene. They walked past the caution tape without even batting an eye over the obvious murder.

I went to my apartment, I remembered the dirty clothes that were just sitting on my dining room table, still covered in a dark substance. I was so emotionally drained at this point that I didn't want to do anything. All that was repeating over and over in my mind was the sight of Ally holding the bloody knife. Then everything after that just went blank. All I remember was waking up at my desk, even though I never remember leaving the sight of the crime. As the night came to an unforgettable close, I started up the washing machine with the dirty clothes from that morning and went to sleep with only one thing haunting my mind, death.

I awoke the next morning with the cold winter air slapping me in the face. I looked over to the side of my bedroom to see that my window was open. I started to remember what all had happened yesterday and I started to drown in a sea of despair. I never liked Austin but somehow, it seemed like I had lost a part of Riverview. I checked the time and it was 7:45 in the morning. I walked gingerly into the kitchen, fearing that there may be someone inside. I was greeted by Austin's corpse, standing in my kitchen! His corpse was rotted and covered in dirt and worms. His face had no color and his chest still with stab wounds.

"Austin? I thought you were dead! I saw your body!"

"You have to believe that you are more dangerous than you appear. We are more dangerous"

"What do you mean?" I retaliate with, stepping closer, slowly.

"Don't come near me!" he screeched, disappearing.

I hopped to my white, leather couch and covered myself with a blanket. The screeching was still going, getting louder and louder the more I feared. The windows blew out and the glass shattered everywhere. A shard cut my arm. The T.V. was turning on and off, flipping through different channels.

"Stop that!" I screamed. Wincing in pain, shutting my eyes out of fear.
My ears were bleeding and my voice was getting hoarse. It wouldn't stop! But finally, someone pulled the blanket off me and that's when all of it ceased. I started to cry, and the person that saved me called the cops. "Shh it's okay," I faintly heard a woman say, "I've got you." With that sentence, I was wrapped into a strong embrace and positioned to straddle the woman I hadn't even known. Moving my head into the crook of her neck, I sobbed. She rocked me and kept a strong grip. The aroma surrounding me was of coconuts and bananas. Before I could fall asleep in her arms, I was pulled away from my home and put into an ambulance, for further care I'm guessing.

Before they closed the doors, I caught a glimpse of my guardian angel. Her hair was a chestnut color, and her eyes were piercing into my soul. The chocolate swirls in her eyes were the most astonishing feat I had ever seen. She was perfect.

Within minutes, I was in the hospital and on a stretcher.

"What happened miss?" one of the nurses asked.

"I saw Austin Mahone." I barely voiced, my breathing still shallow.

"But he's dead. Maybe you're just acting on adrenaline."

"I'm telling you I saw him!" They're not going to believe you. "Nevermind." I gave up, with the tone of annoyance in my voice. "I need my inhaler."

Completely ignoring me, they said "She has to have surgery. Her arm was cut really deep and it still has glass in it. And something is making her chest swell."

Before I could respond, they stuck a needle in me and put me to sleep.