What's Out There?

Chapter 6

I knew he would come here. All three of us all came here as kids. I opened the door.

"Hey, Sarah," he said as he climbed in. His eyes were bloodshot. Most likely he didn't sleep at all last night. But in his defense I didn't sleep much last night either.

"Hey," I say. He climbed up into the treehouse.

"So," he started.

"Yeah," I say. I understood what he wanted to say.

After a while of silence he broke the ice, "I'm sorry."

"You don't have anything to be sorry about it's not like you did anything. She died. You had nothing to do with it. Don't blame yourself," I reply. I had no idea why I was being so defensive, but honestly he had nothing to do with it, unless he knew something I didn't.

"Yes I do. About a half hour before it happened we were sitting under the tree talking. She said something about our relationship, and I think she was talking about more than friends. I replied something like if we became a couple it would make you feel like a third wheel. After I said that, she started shouting at me asking me why I cared so much about you and how you would feel. And I tried to tell her that it was because we were all friends and nothing would change that, but she stormed off in the middle of my explanation. I don't know where she went. But I have a feeling she was heading to your house because that's where it happened. And if we wouldn't have fought, she wouldn't have stormed off and she wouldn't be gone," he said. Tears were streaming down his face.

"Hey look at me," I demand, and he looks up, "She would have went to my house one way or another and there is no way of knowing when that would've happened. I think that some one was out to get her and it was just a matter of time before..." I couldn't finish I just started crying and crying and crying.

After a long time of crying, there were no more tears just sadness. When I came to my senses, I realized that my head was on his stomach and we were laying down on the floor of the tree house staring at the roof. I sat up and looked at him. His eyes were puffed and red because of crying.

"What are you looking at?" He asked.

"Your eyes. They're really blue," I said quietly.

"Well yours are really puffy," he says.

I smile.

I smile, I think. I quickly wipe the smile from my face.

There was a knock on the door. We both locked eyes for a second. Then he nodded saying that we should open it. I opened it. It was Mrs. Lily, Patricia's mom.

"I'm sorry I didn't know you two were up here," she said as she started to close the door.

"No, we were just leaving," I say.

"Well then I'll just climb back down so you too can come down," she responded.

"Okay just give us a minute," Luke says.

Mrs. Lily was already climbing down when Luke said, "I know it's not my fault, but it's easier to blame some one then to except the fact that she is really gone."

"I know how you feel," I respond. Then I climb down and head home. I can't face Mrs. Lily; they looked so much alike just that one was older. I don't look at her face I just walk past her and don't look back.