Aurora : Temptress Of The Dusk

Chapter 3

My eyes snap open and I'm in my bed. Neatly tucked in like a toddler. This feels comfortable. Too comfortable. The rain has stopped. It's bright outside. The sky is clear and any trace of rain is gone. The weather is almost pleasant. I think of calling Daven and plan something in this beautiful weather. Suddenly my heart aches and I snap back into reality. He's not here. Where am I again? I'm in my room. In my bed. I jump up at sit straight trying to find my phone. It's nowhere around. I rip the blanket off and run to the terrace. The road is dry. As if it hasn't rained in days. I can see the huge tamarind tree but there's no car. No blood. No sign of an accident. No sign of him. How long have I been like this? Where is his body? Body? No! This doesn't sound right. How long has it actually been? I run down the living room and my parents are nowhere to be seen. So is my father's cat, Salem. Where the hell is my phone? I take the stairs two at a time and sprint back to my room. I search the entire room and finally find it under my pillow. I don't even want to know how it got there in the first place. I never sleep with my phone around me. I know the radiations are harmful and I make sure to keep it on the dressing table. I switch it on. Why was it off? My phone is never off. As soon as I see the bright light on the screen, as my phone comes to life, I drop the phone after reading the little tiny numbers on the screen. It can't be. It can't be! It's been 7 days. The accident took place 7 days ago. What was I doing all this time? Was I asleep? Was I in shock? Did I miss his funeral? Funeral! Oh my god! Where are my parents? I need someone to explain it to me. Before I know it, I'm crying. No not crying. Sobbing. I've been crying for hours and I can't stop. I bring my knees to my chest and wrap my hands around them. I think I can't sleep. But I might pass out solely from pain itself. As if on cue, my mind goes numb and I'm drifting off into darkness. I'm out.
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       I wake up to the sound of my alarm. My head is resting on my knees and my hands wrapped around in a loose grip. I was asleep? Why am I sleeping so much? My attention is brought to the soft chime of the alarm. I switch it off and finally check my phone. I haven't yet accepted the fact that it's been a week. I have questions. Too many of them. I open my inbox and it's filled with messages from Evelyn. Evelyn is my cousin and we used to go to the same school. She's a year elder to me and is now starting her college in Vermont. We live in Maine so she keeps visiting every few weeks. She's my mom's niece and we grew up together. I don't have siblings so Evelyn is the closest person I have got as a sister. She used to adore Daven. My parents were never around alot but they like him too. Do they know? Does Evelyn know? Should I tell her? I check the messages she's sent and they're all wierd.
* It's been like 10 days sissy! Where the hell are you?*
*Hey I'm coming to visit this weekend cook me something great!*
*Hey sissy? Why did you have to leave when I was visiting? Ugh I miss you!*
     Leave? Where to? What is she talking about? Maybe mom told her I'm not home with all this happening around. She understands me better than anyone. I make a mental note to call Evelyn. As I'm scrolling through the messages, my body freezes. There's a message from Daven. There's a message from Daven! Maybe he's okay. Maybe he made it out. I open the text and I can feel every ounce of relief leaving my body, escaping into thin oblivion.
*Babe I'm sorry. Please pick up it's urgent.*
It was an old text. Before the car crash. Before every drop of blood was drained out of his body. I suddenly remember there were some voice messages from him just before the crash. I rush back to the recorded messages and there it is. 5 new messages. I listen to the first one.

Hey Angel, why so mad at me always? Come on pick up the call.

The way he used to call me names, I never cared for such name-calling things. But now no one's going to call me angel again. The thought of never hearing him call me angel kills me. I listen to the next one.

Babe seriously? Oh come on now cheer up. We'll talk about the arrangement for your birthday and we can hangout with your parents and get some private time at the same. Okay? Just call me back.

If only I had stopped being a naïve brat and picked up his call that day, he wouldn't have had to drive at all. We could do both, I'd be celebrating my birthday with him and my parents. He'd have been here with me. I press the next button.

Angel it's urgent. You forgot something here. Call me ASAP.

Forgot? Forgot what? I don't remember anything. What was so important that I forgot there and can't remember? The next one.

How can you be so careless with your health babe? But don't worry I won't let any harm come your way. I'm bringing it to your house. It's raining hard and the thought of you driving all the way here and back is unsettling to me. See you soon.

My health? What about it? Why can't I remember? He was thinking about how difficult it would be for me to drive back and forth again. That's my Daven, always so thoughtful. He said see you soon. But I'll never see him again. I open the last voice message.

Angel, I'm driving my mother's car to your place. I know I'm just learning but I promise it's cool. I'm getting your capsules back and it's raining so bad that I can't bring my bike. Well nothing to worry about because I'm almost here. If it wasn't for all this scary foggy misty thing I could even see your house haha. Well come on now I'm almost he- the message abruptly ends and a deafening creek roars through my phone. It is followed by a very overpowering resonating silence. That's it. That is all. He crashed while he was talking to me. Or rather  my answering machine.
            He was here for me. My capsules. My capsules! I'm so screwed!
                     
          
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