Scribbles

No.38

It was dark, and I was alone. How could he just leave me here, at the top of the cliff with no way of getting down? There was no way I was walking in these heels and I was not walking bare foot either. Craig had taken the car when he left me here, some boyfriend. Looks like I'll be waiting for someone to come along and rescue me. What a date this turned out to be. We were meant to be going somewhere special so I had to dress up, that's what he had said anyway and now look at me. The strapless dress that I wore was ruined; the flowing gold silk was ripped from walking through the bushes trying to find the road, no doubt my hair had twigs and leaves in it. I could clearly see the many scraps all along my arms and legs, each one stinging at a different level of pain. I sat down at the side of the road and pulled my cell out of my purse, no signal, I don't know who I would call anyway. I couldn't call mom, she would flip enough as it is when she saw the dress let alone if she knew about this. Dad was in Canada, and I'm an only child. I looked sadly at my cell, about now I would call my best friend; however, he was the one who just left me here. I'm screwed. I lay on my back at stared at the night sky above me, just wishing that Callie was with me know, she would know what to do. I remember the night she died so well, it replayed in my head as I watch the clouds move across the moon. Her terrified green eyes staring into mine, not listening to me when I told her everything was going to be okay. Her high-pitched scream echoed in my ears and her memory was forever engraved in my heart and soul. I dreamed about her lifeless body hitting the water every night, and every time I awake with my mom at my side cradling my shaking frame. It was never going to get any easier was it? I would never get over that, who does? Who is going to get over watching their best friend getting murdered in front of them and then somehow coming out alive? I still don't know how I managed it, I remember her green eyes staring into mine, filled with tear and fear, I could see it all, all that she had done and all that she wanted to do. Callie wanted to travel; I suppose she can travel anywhere now, among the stars. I remember reaching for her and someone pulling me back every single time, one time I felt a knife press into my back and I stopped but I kept smiling. Even in our darkest times, I kept smiling for her. I still smile for you Callie.