Helpless Witness

Chapter 3 Part II : Back to school

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As I open my eyes, I notice that the sun has already risen. I sit myself up and glance around the room. No one was there. Not even Rachel. My oxygen tube had been removed and I was only connected to the drip system. I wanted to get out of there. I hate the hospital. And the last thing I wanted was to be connected to the drip system!

There was a glass of water on the table on my right. I quickly took it and drank it up. Then I noticed a remote control on the table. I pick it up and saw a big, red button in the center and a smaller button a little below it. On the big button it say emergency and the small button read nurse. I press the nurse button and wait. After a few minutes, Rachel enters the room with a tray that holds a glass of orange juice and a bowl of pasta. I didn't feel hungry but, when she laid the tray in front of me, I ate quietly. The thoughts clashed in my mind. Robin was dead. Terrible, but I can move on eventually. She was killed. Worse, but I can move on if she was brought justice. She was killed in front of me and I couldn't do anything. Horrid and I can never ever forget that night and move on. Who killed her? Why did that wretched girl kill her? But, the most puzzling question is why did I get that note? If that girl wanted to kill someone, she would rather have done it without anyone noticing, but instead, she called me backstage but didn't know I was there and then murdered my best friend. A tear rolled down my cheek. Forget the question. What about me? I could've done something and yet, I stood there watching. I could have saved her life. I started crying now. Rachel who was cleaning up the table on the far end heard me sob and came to me. She lifted my chin and wiped my tears and asked,"What's wrong, dearie?"

I wanted to open up. I wanted to say everything. But I couldn't. She wouldn't believe me. She would probably think that I bumped my head as well. Or worse; she would think that I killed her.

"My friend, left the country.", I said. It was true. Jason's gone and I never even got to say goodbye. And he's never coming back. I started crying even more. I couldn't help it but I was alone in the world with a burden to carry. He was the only one I told the truth about the murder to. And now he's gone. He would've known what I should do. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't tell the police because I didn't have proof and that would mean that they would look into me as well. If they find out that I was a witness, they would first assume that I killed Robin.

I started crying again. I was helpless and alone in this world. I'm the only one that can bring justice to Robin and yet, I can't bring justice to Robin.

Rachel replied,"Look here, dearie, some people just can't face the truth. They are scared. Your friend ran away. You, on the other hand, should be brave. You need to move on. Life might pull you down sometimes but you should continue trying to touch the sky. Forget about your friend. He or she is gone. You need to face that. Forget about your friend who um...died. She's also gone. Face it, you're never going to see them again. Then, what's the point in crying. I get that you want them back. But we both know that it's not going to happen. So just forget about it. You've got good friends, an understanding family and a good school. Enjoy it instead of moping all your life. You'll never know what you have until you lose it."

Ok, a big lecture. But it did help. She's right. I should move on. But she doesn't know that I witnessed her death. Sigh. Somethings are just too hard to be explained.

The next two days of my life were as good as dead. I lost all control of emotions. Every morning Rachel would bring me breakfast. My parents and my friends visited me and tried to cheer me up. But I never laughed or cried. I was just...expressionless. Then I was discharged. I went home. I thought that I would feel Better after going home but I felt worse. I was in my bed for the next week and two days. My mom would just bring me my food and I ate silently. I didn't talk to anyone. Not even the people who called to check up on me. School was closed for a week. But I was in the hospital for five days. I spent the remaining two days in bed. I didn't go to school for the next week either. I wasn't feeling too good about going there and seeing everyone who was at the party. The party where Robin was killed...

The next Monday morning, my mom woke me up. She said that I should go to school because seeing my friends might help me feel better. I didn't want to go. But then she forced me to go since I had missed a whole week of school.

I didn't want to go by the school bus so I asked my mom to drive me to school. She did so willingly. I got up and went to the shower. This was probably my first shower since I came back from the hospital. I didn't even remember whether I took a shower. I don't feel like I'm living a life anymore. I feel like I'm dead. Just a body. Without a heart... Without a soul...

I changed into an orange tee and skin-tight jeans. I tied up my hair. Had breakfast at the kitchen island and walked out. It was a cold morning. There were harsh winds blowing. I got onto the car and snapped on my seatbelt. The whole trip I jus stared out my window. But I wasn't seeing anything. I was in deep thought. I didn't want to meet anyone. I didn't want anyone to see me or even ask me what happened. I hope I don't bump into anyone I know. But that's just too much to ask.

Once I arrived, I grabbed my bag, got out and said,"Bye, mom."

I started walking away when my mom called me. I spun around and she was there in the front seat of the car smiling. She said,"Please take care, Julia. It will all be fine. I'm sure you'll enjoy your day."

"Yeah, thanks mom."

"Take care. Love you hon."

"Bye, love you.", I replied and walked off. I didn't want to meet anyone today nor any day. I looked at the ground and walked into the school grounds. No one actually noticed me so I got inside the school safely. I went to my locker, put my bag inside, took out my things and walked to my first class. I was hoping not to run into any of my friends, but as luck would have it I see Cal down the hall. Before I could run, he noticed me.

"Hey, Julia. Nice to see you again. You haven't been taking any calls have you. Hope you're feeling well."

"I'm fine Callum. So, what did I miss?", I said, faking a smile. I didn't want to talk to him or anyone. I just wanted to lock myself in a room and stay there forever.

"Nothing much. Well in music class we had to bear with Rebecca play the guitar. I, now, understand why Mr. Hensley picked you for the lead guitarist. She's three words. Horr-i-ble!", he said, like it was just another normal day. But it wasn't. At least not for me. I hated this. I wanted to run away but I couldn't.

The bell rang. I let out a sigh and took my seat. It was Mathematics and we were learning algebra. I hate algebra! And the last thing I want to do on the worst day of my life is algebra!

The second bell rang. Everyone shuffled in and took their seats. Mr. Cooper walked in carrying a pile of papers.

"Class, surprise! We are going to have a test today.", he said.

Groan...

Not this. No....