Blue Fever

Chapter 2

I remember it like it was yesterday, seeing her that day.

"Mason, slow down," I yelled barley able to keep up.

"Nate you're so damn slow. Come one," He called back.

I was so hot outside, and what I had on was helping either. I was wearing a black shirt and jeans. I was regretting it already. Mason was wearing shorts and a blue T-shirt he "borrowed" from me.

" Hey give, me a break. It's hot out here," I yelled.

We were on our way to the lake. All the teens went there during the summer. It was surrounded by a bunch of tress and the water was clear and cool.

"What took you so long," he asked.

"Shut up," I said out of breathe.

There was no one there. Besides our old friend, we hand't seem since hell began. That's why Mason was in so much of a hurry.  The thought of seeing her again, it must have brought him hope. 

I can still remember they way she looked that day. So different from back then. She was so much taller, her hair was longer; extensions she told us. They were pulled into pig tales. Her eyes for a moment, only for a split second seemed to be different.

"Mason and Blue Jay," she called out to us.

She ran over to us, pulling us both in for a hug. She smiled, a smile that I had believed I would never see again. I know it wasn't fair to think so.

Like a blink of an eye, as if nothing had ever went wrong. With her here it felt like nothing bad could happen to us again. We were wrong. So foolishly wrong. 

It wasn't easy to see her like that. It was hard to be strong as tears went down, along with him. I can only begin to imagine the pain she felt, looking her last at him. Never to see like we used to again. Everyone was throwing red ones at him, everyone except her. Hers was different, she only threw one. One silver rose, like the color of his eyes.

That night she came over. Still in her black dress. She was just so pretty in her pain. 

To this day I believe it was her crying that made Mason come back. I believe it was for her, and only her, he came and stayed. Just like Mason, never wanting to see her like that. As if I wanted her to be like that. It was hard for me too. 

When she gone I was alone. The only one left who had to stay here. I'll admit it, it was a sure damn thing I wouldn't make out alive at the time.

Waking up in the morning, my mom dragged both our asses out of bed. We had stayed up the before studying for exams. Well at least I was, Mason was playing video games. I long forgotten what game he was playing, due to the fact that Mason and I owned a shit ton of different games for Modern warfare to Zelda Legends of the Four Swords. 

I could bore you with the details of a teenage boy with anxiety over a stream of test that didn't ever really matter; however, I'm not going to. Not to save you the trouble, but because I simply think to would be nothing but empty words. 

Anyways book to that day. I got out wIll more like fell out of bed, and attempted to wake up Mason.  I ended up pushing him out of bed. I didn't understand why my mom woke us ip an hour before we had to wake up, I still don't.

That's when I first met her. She moved here in 8th grade. Instantly we became friends. My mom woke ups because it was her hist day at school and my mom thought it would have been a great idea if we shown her around.

I remember her first words to me. Not like hi or my name is ... No, I meant the first real words.

"I love your blue. Rebel blue is one of my favorite colors," I remember her telling me as I sat next to her on the bus. 

"Rebel blue" I remember she called it. It was just like her to do something like that.

For those who haven't caught on she is AJ. 

It didn't take long to like her. Most people liked her, a few didn't and made it clear, the rest didn't notice her. I hadn't known how bad it was till her second month of school. 

By then we had been good friends. I knew enough to form a decent opinion of her. Even more so, to take an interest in her. 

I saw her one night on the back of her house from my window. I didn't mean to spy, I was actually closing the blinds when I saw her. 

She was standing in a corner, the one that was out of view from the rest of the house. She told us this once while we were coming to get her for the bus.  

She was leaning against the railing, her head was turned to the direction of the moon. Then I saw something in her left hand. It gleamed in her small hand. At first I thought it could have been her phone. Then she looked at it and held it up. It was a switch-blade. She starred at it. Her eyes, I won't forget those eyes. They were so filled with melancholy clouds and tears. 

She held it to her neck, and no one was there to see it, but me. I couldn't move I was trying to process what I was seeing. She jerked the blade to the left. I looked away; when I looked back, she was on her knees. I was sure she was hurt, that she was dying; however, she stood back up. There was no trace of blood anywhere. The blade itself was clean. 

I was confused. I didn't know what happened. I continued to watch as she closed the blade and out it her shirt, then walked back inside. 

I got an explanation about a week or so after that. She explained that she killed herself. The girl that I saw that night was dead . She said that the that night was the old her and in order to move forward she had to kill the shy, insecure, and insufficient part of her. I that she was just crazy, but as I got older I realized that what she did was wise and made sense. To leave one's past behind, one must have to accept and face it. Then to move on they have to let go, in her case kill it, and leave the bad things  behind.

Now I'm NOT telling you to believe that or do it yourself. I would rather not have tons of letters saying that I people who read this ended up seriously hurt or accidentally killing themselves cause they blah blah blah. 

I remember waiting outside the doctor's office as my mom talked to the doctor. My mom had been called by the school telling her that I needed immediate attention. I was sick and had terrible pain coming from my chest. I went to the school nurse and she did some normal stuff. She did the normal stuff. She had to check my heart rate about 5 times before calling my mom. I could tell something was wrong when the smile was wiped of her face and got traded in for a concerned look. She looked like she did something wrong. 

The doctor came out and told me to join them. I sat down in a chair next to my mom who was worried as hell. I starred at the doctor as he pushed up his silver thin, non-glare glasses. 

He began to speak," We've found out the problem, due to the medication he's on his body rejected it and caused him to get sick. It's best he doesn't take them for a while."

I can't tell you how happy I felt not having to take pills anymore.