playdead

Chapter Twenty-Four

OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. I JUST KILLED SOMEONE.

The same thought raced through Breezy's head numerous times, her head pulsating and her heart beating a million miles an hour. She began to sweat in the 34 degree fall weather.

She threw the gun onto the grass and jogged back inside. She sat in a corner and cried. She can't calm down. Please go away, shut up. SHUT UP! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!

"Breezy." Simon's voice came over her. Breezy's knight in shining armor. He had put the gun in the fridge again.

Breezy looked away again. She kept balling her eyes out and hugged her knees tightly.

"Listen. You're okay. You're fine. Please stop crying, okay? ...Please." Simon said pleadingly.

Breezy shook violently in response.

"I love you Breezy." Simon said.

"Wuh-what?" Breezy replied.

"I said, I love you." Simon said with a low voice.

The silence invaded Breezy's head, like if her head was a kingdom who was being killed easily and slowly.

"I'm fine, I don't need your damn love, okay?" Breezy replied.

"I thought that'd reassure you somewhat but, okay." Simon said. He slumped down next to her.

"Simon I fucking killed someone. You aren't...yuh-you aren't the least bit scared?!" Breezy said.

"No. Well...no yeah I am." Simon said.

The wind blew against the splintered wooden shack. A silence came over them again.

"How do I forget this? How do I just, start over?" Breezy said. There was a pause in her sentence. "I'm terrified."

"One of the only pieces of good news is that...maybe it's just them now. We don't have to worry about Chloe." Simon said.

"Simon I hated Chloe so god damn much but I didn't want to KILL her!" Breezy argued.

"Then why'd you bring the gun out?" Simon asked.

"It's...its in human nature! Defense! I wanted to defend you and me and Teddy and-and..." Breezy stopped and hugged her knees once again.

Simon put his arm over her shoulders. "It's alright. Maybe in like...I dunno, twenty years, it'll be good. You'll forget."

"That's too long! Ugh. You know what? It's fine. My parents were always like, 'Oh Penelope, you're always so fucking soft, get tough!'" Breezy said. She stood up and paced around the wooden floor.

"You're so soft, Penelope. You might as well be a BOY! A little tiny little fucking boy without friends! Why don't you make friends? Why don't you have a boyfriend already? UGH!" Breezy shouted. She went up to the wall and threw her leg at it, smashing the wall.

She was breathing heavily. Breezy had tears running down her face, along with a sad scowl.

"Bad childhood I assume." Simon said blankly.

Breezy whirled her head towards Simon with an angry look on her face. She looked like a bull, and Simon was the red cape.

"Oh, you assume? You assume I had a bad childhood? You assume that I had shit parents?" Breezy said.

"No, Breezy, I didn't mean it like...y'know, that! I was just..." Simon trailed off. He stood up and looked at Breezy.

They both looked at each other for minutes. Breezy's breathing returned to normal.