Broken Memory ✓

8. "We're Getting Murdered Tonight, and I'm Going to Die Without Jerry!"

FOR SOME REASON THIS DIDNT PUBLISH

idk why. But this is chapter 8. It happened BEFORE CHAPTER 9 (entitled "blood!") IM SO SORRY THIS PROBABLY SCREWED SOMEOME UP. Anyway. Enjoy lmao

It's Saturday.

Both Connor and Caleb are able to hang out. We agreed upon meeting at the Bridgeport Diner at 11 and we are all going to pitch in on paying. By this point, it's around 10:20, so I decide to get dressed. I end up putting on some black jean shorts and a graphic tee, making sure to wrap a sweatshirt around my waist. Just in case.

I say goodbye to Dad around 10:40 and stuff my phone and money into my pocket. I don't know how much money I shoved into the jean pocket, but I hope it's enough. Then, I finally walk outside and to my bike. I begin my journey.

When I arrive at the diner, it's three minutes until 11. I head inside and already see Caleb sitting at a booth, his phone in his hands. He's sitting on the inner part of the booth, so I plop down next to him. He looks up from his phone, a tad startled.

"What's with you and scaring me?" he laughs softly.

"I don't know, I guess you could say I'm pretty intimidating," I stare deadpan into his eyes. He snorts.

"Sure."

I laugh as well, looking away after seeing his face turn a barely noticeable shade of pink. Weird. We talk for a while, and I notice something in his lap. A binder. I don't say anything about it, but I know he saw my eyeing it.

Connor shows up and sits across from us in the booth. "Hey, guys!"

"Hey!" I smile. A waitress quickly comes to our assistance, the same one we always seem to have. I feel a tinge of sympathy towards her because she has dealt with a lot of problems surrounding me and Mom. We order Cokes and she walks away to get them for us.

"Alright, guys," Caleb speaks up. We both stare at him. "So I had an idea... And Connor isn't going to like it."

"Oh no, are we going to do what I think we're going to do?" Connor shoots him a fearful expression.

"You tell me," Caleb puts the binder on the table and slides it so the both of us can see it. "This is all the info I could find on the now abandoned Bridgeport Hospital."

"Oh no," Connor sighs. "This is not a good idea."

"Just give it a shot, it's really interesting!" Caleb pleads.

Connor rolls his eyes. "Only because we're like.. Are we best friends?"

Caleb gives me a side glance, then looks back to Connor. "Yeah, by now I think we are."

"Yeah, there's not really a criteria to be best friends. I'd say we are," I smile. This seems to make Connor happy to hear, as well as Caleb, but by now I can spot different quirks showing if they're actually happy or not. Connor is genuinely happy he has best friends... But Caleb... Something is a little off. I can tell by the look in his eyes, the way he subtly glances at me after confirming we're best friends.

Something is wrong with him and it has to do with me.

But I don't know what I did wrong.

The waitress comes back, dropping off our Cokes and mutters something about being back in a few. "Anyway," Caleb smiles, going back to normal. "So the Bridgeport Hospital. It was abandoned... Like six years ago, I think? And everything is apparently still intact. But that's not confirmed."

"Are we actually going to go here?" Connor questions, flipping through the binder. "It looks really sketchy. And how long has it been around? We could be exposed to asbestos."