~Come to me; Thy hand will blacken;As I kiss thy lip's; Hush now; Don't scream for these lie's;~
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The day Marise died, I was standing across the street. My backpack was swinging off my left shoulder. My hand's were tucked in my jacket pocket's. I just stood there as I saw the white truck hit her. It seemed to go by so fast. But time seemed to slow down as I watched. Marise's long brown hair was swept away and just before she was hit she was looking at me. A strange taunting smile on her full lip's. Then she was hit and she was gone from my sight.
Time seemed to pass by quickly after that. It was as if someone fast forwarded my life. There went her body being carried by the EMT'S. There she was in the hospital laying on the white bed covered by a sheet. There were her parent's crying at the hospital. There was the funeral which took place on a rainy day. Then suddenly I was on pause. It was then that I finally understood what had happened. My best friend was dead. And I hadn't been there to save her. It was all my fault.
Week's passed by and I didn't go to school. My parent's tried to encourage me to get out of the house. But I sat up in my dark room with the cover's over my head. This was what I did almost every day. I would get up and shower. When I would come downstair's for breakfeast my parent's would try to talk to me. Eat some of this Elle. You should go to school Elle. Wouldn't you like to go shopping with Mom Elle? But I didn't talk to them. Talking to me just seemed pointless. It was a waste to even to open my mouth and respond. I would just make them more sad. So I kept my mouth shut and my eyes downcast.
At night I would dream of the memories. Of when Marise was still alive and when we would be so happy.
~ " Ellie? What do you want to be once we get out of college?" . Marise and I were sitting on a sunny patch of grass in the school courtyard. I looked at her in surprise. "I don't know. I haven't thought of it. What about you?". I said picking at the wispy pieces of grass. She screwed up her pretty face and gave me a goofy smile. "Me? I want to become AMAZING". She sang out laying out on the grass. The sun glared down at us,warming our already hot bodies. I let out a giggle and lay down next to her. We flopped our legs at the same time and glanced at each other laughing. "You know, that is not a career silly head." I said teasingly shielding my eye's from the sun. Marise looked up at the blue sky and muttered, "I am almost there Elle. I am almost there". I also looked up at the sky and then I put my hand over my eye's. "You have always been perfect Miss Marise". This came out as a whisper but I knew she had heard it. Forever. Just me and Marise. Best Friend's Forever.. ~
I woke up with a start in my bed. Bead's of sweat came down from my forehead. I let out a sigh, and my shaking hand wiped off the sweat. It was just a dream. But perhaps more of a memory rather than a dream. I smiled, and stared up at my white ceiling. Beam's of sunlight poured throughout my room. It must be morning. Yet another day was here. I sat up and felt a pain shoot through my chest. I had been getting those for a while. It felt like someone was poking my heart with a stick. Putting my head down I whispered,"It's okay. Everything will be okay".
Of course, I had to get up. Showering and dressing was something that seemed dull to do now. Before when Marise had been alive she would come to my house in the morning before school would start and help me pick out an outfit. Back then I used to dress quite fashionably. But now my fashion was yoga pants and a baggy sweatshirt. That or my PJ's did quite nice. I put my long hair in a ponytail and glanced at the mirror on my wardrobe. If Marise was here she would've said, "Your body is too sexy to be hiding in those clumps you call clothing.Change now!". I let out a chuckle and faced my bedroom door. But Marise wasn't here now. So this was what I would wear.
As I went the stair's slowly a smell of pancake's hit me. My mother's cooking had always been great. She used to be a full time house wife but when my father had become a vet she took a job at a bakery. She used to say it was always fun to see the joy on people's face as they tried all of her various treat's. Nowaday's she hardly talk's of her work though. There were voice's in the kitchen as I entered. My mother was standing in her white apron,she was scolding my father who had spilled some honey to the floor. They both however paused for a second as I came in and then resumed to their chattering. " I didn't mean it. Let me get a paper towel". said my father hurrying over to the counter. My mother shook her head and looked at me. "Why are you in those clothes? School is going to start soon so get dressed. Oh and Marise should be coming about now." She said as my father came to her with the a wad of paper towel in his hand. My heart beat quickened and I stared at the two of them.
Was this a sick joke? Or was this another dream? Before I could open my mouth to talk to them in the first time in week's, I heard our front door open and shut. I slowly turned around and my mouth dropped open.
There before me stood Marise. She was wearing the exact same clothes she had on the day she died and on her face sat a very cocky smile.
"Hey there sleepy head".
I then fainted before everyone.
