A Silhouette and Maybe More

And In Walks Abigail...

I felt a surrounding feeling of warmth cocoon me in a blanket of comfort. I awoke in the bedroom not remembering how I got there. When I rose from my bed the one thing that stayed in my mind was that I would be waking up and seeing Dans face...only hoping that he stayed.

My entrance to the kitchen alerted Dan who was standing at the cooker supervising the sizzling pieces of bacon. Walking past the living room couch I saw a blanket the pillow at the head of the couch that had been flattened. He must've slept on the couch last night I thought realising that, once again, he was the one to put me to bed.

I cleared my throat to gain his attention. My attempt of speaking failed.

"I...erm...thanks for - y'know, putting me to bed." I mumbled making that sentence far more awkward than it needed to be. However, Dans wide eyed, cheerful smile put me at ease.

"Again." He mentioned. My cheeks blushed a bright pink and in an attempt of hiding myself. After turning of the cooker, he walked over to me and made me look at him. He stared me dead in the eye, but he suddenly became sincere and that earnest look about him made me uncomfortable.

"What happened to you that night?" He calmly spoke. The answer to that question was something I wasn't willing to share. I didn't want to tell him that the reason that I passed out in the middle of the street was because I couldn't deal with his death and how I was working myself up about it. I just couldn't.

"I don't want to talk about it." I quietly mumbled hoping that that would be the end of the conversation.

"Tell me, please. It worries me."

"Y-Your friend Kyle, I talked to him about you, trying to figure out if there was more to discover about that letter and your death."

I paused for a brief moment to see his reaction before I continued. He seemed concerned in a rather disappointed manner.

"I had gotten myself so worked up about it that I...I must've made myself collapse." I swallowed the lump in my throat that was holding me back from saying it, now it was the worst part. The reaction.

The delay was far too long and I was becoming impatient. I was still debating with myself whether I had upset Dan or something worse. I hid my face from his. If anyone in this room was to feel bad, it should be him, but I had this burning feeling of guilt inside me and I didn't know why.

I was just about the walk away to end the uncomfortable silence, but yet again, he made the first move. He took a step closer to me, his towering height doing no favours for my diminutive figure, held the sides of my waist and kissed me hard. Having expecting to upset him by what I said, this came as a shock but I let it happen. He pulled away within a couple of minutes.

"All this time...I thought you hated me after everything I'd done. I never thought that my death would have such an effect on you." He whimpered, on the verge of tears.

"Of course it did, why wouldn't it? Dan, I couldn't get you out my head, I was crying a river when Kyle gave me your letter." My voice began to increase in volume, but it was only to make my point clear to him. "Do you know how much I desperately wanted you to be alive?" I continued.

His head only sunk in regret, droplets of tears threatening to fall from the corners of his eyes, saying nothing.

"Who else knows your alive?" I asked.

"No one, except you. I'm still on the run Amelia and I can't risk revealing myself to everyone. Even though the police might think I'm dead, there's still a possible chance that I could get caught." He warned.

But as soon as he said that, Abigail walked in. Here we go.

"Amelia, I'm ba-oh." She stopped herself when she noticed Dan. She completely froze on the spot knowing exactly who Dan was.

"Amelia." She said with caution. "Please tell me that isn't who I think it is." She swallowed hard. I looked up at Dan to see a look of confusion upon his face, probably questioning as to who Abigail was how she knew who he was. Taking a deep breath I introduced them to each other.

"Dan this is Abigail, my roommate, and Abigail, this is....Dan."

The awkward tension was already beginning to fill the room, I just wanted them to say hi to each other without a fuss happening.

"He's alive?" Abigail mentioned shooting a glare at me.

"You told her about me?" Dan fired at me a millisecond after Abigail. This couldn't have gotten worse. Before I could react to any of their responses they seemed to turn around and argue with each other.

"Well why wouldn't she? How was she supposed to know to keep it a secret, anyway you're supposed to be dead." Abigail fired at Dan. I winced at the comment she sneered at him. Ouch. The heat was rising, and I didn't have the volume or the power in my voice to stop them.

"I wasn't exactly hoping that she had told everybody, I 'died' to go into hiding from the police. Don't you understand?"

The familiarity of the anger in his voice began to scare me, edging closer and closer to losing himself. I had to put an end to this. All of a sudden he turned towards me.

"How many people have you told Amelia?" He boomed.

"One other person; your cousin Elise." I quietly mumbled. Backing away ever so slightly.

"Elise?! Oh for the love of God." He groaned bringing his hands up to his face. This infuriated me a little; what was so bad about Elise?

"I don't know why you're getting on at her Dan. I'm surprised she didn't tell the fucking world after you had done to her." This was getting out of my control, both Abigail and Dan were having a go at each other with the volume getting increasingly threatening and louder.

"Abigail don't-" I tried, but once again I failed.

"I didn't have a choice! What would you have done if the police were chasing you? At least I came back, at least I actually had the audacity to put my life at risk just to see her!" Dan screamed.

"That is nothing but complete selfishness! You obviously didn't think this through Dan did you? You probably only thought this through for yourself and left Amelia to get by on her own. Did you not take her feelings into account? I bet you didn't because for the past year she has been mourning over you, blaming herself because she thought she was the reason why you left her."

"I never wanted her to be like this-"

"STOP! Please just stop!" I finally screamed my voice breaking along with the urge to stop the tears flowing down my face. Both of them turned to me in synchronisation, their faces full of shock. I was infuriated, my hands tightly clenched by my sides. I desperately wanted to scorn them both for being such immature people but that would only cause another ruckus to uprise. Why couldn't they just get along?

"Amelia I'm-"

"Save it." I spat, interrupting Dan of his apology that I wasn't willing to accept just yet. I glared at Abigail knowing that she should've known better. If this is what was going to happen to everyone Dan meets then I won't allow it. Technically it was Abigail that started it, but it was Dan who decided to shout at her which only caused the both of them to argue.

I needed some time alone after what happened. I stormed past them both heading out the front door, not forgetting to slam it behind me, and headed out into no particular direction. I couldn't believe the two of them, and knowing them both they probably gained the wrong impression of each other. I know that Dan is a loving and caring person on the inside who has had a troubled past and I know that Abigail really is a fun and charismatic person, they just don't realise that yet. Maybe leaving them in the house alone probably wasn't the best idea, but whatever happens, I don't want to be there; they started it, they can finish it.