Sorry, but I was on vacation. I got there and guess what I forgot? My laptop charger. I was hardly on and I could hardly write. (I hate writing with pen and paper, but I made do) Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!
Saved (part 3)
“Kali, come back,” I yelled, chasing after her. She laughed and ran a little father.
“C’mon!” She called. “You’re not afraid are you?” I smiled and chased after her. She was right in front of me, and as I went to hug her, she stepped backward.
“What are you doing?” She asked, knitting her eyebrows together. I stared at the creases in her forehead. God, I had missed her so much.
“I was going to hug you. You know, that little show of affection for someone you really care about,” I laughed.
“You’re not my best friend. I’m dead because of you. Some friend you are,” Kali said, a disgusted expression replacing her normal, smiling features.
My smile vanished and my throat tightened.
“Don’t even try to act like you’re sorry Ian. You promised to save me. You’re nothing more than a liar and a murderer,” Kali said, maliciously.
“Please, Kali,” I croaked. “I’m sorry. Forgive me.
“Forgive you?” She asked, raising her eyebrows. “Ha! I had planned so much with my life and now it’s gone. You took my life and Breanne is right to blame you.”
“Kali please,” I begged.
“Enough!” She yelled. “I hate you for what you’ve done! I hate you!”
I sat up gasping in my bed. I felt tear tracks on my face, and wiped at the angrily. If my friends saw my now, I would be the object of ridicule for the rest of the year. Though after everything that has happened, it suddenly seems stupid. What did it matter?
I got up and went downstairs. In the kitchen I poured myself a glass of water and gulped it down quickly.
I made it back up to my room. I sought the security it always offered, but tonight it was just the opposite. Every time I started to doze I heard those horrific words Kali screamed at me. Even if it was a dream, I couldn’t bear the thought that she hated me.
I took a deep breath and thought about tomorrow. School would be difficult. Breanne seemed to be everywhere, even if she was in a grade lower than me. Every glare she gave me reminded me of Kali. Those soft, brown eyes, staring with such hatred that I thought it would kill me.
I sighed and turned on my back. Unconsciousness was what I needed. It would come soon and I would gladly succumb, just as I always did. Well, since Kali’s death. I felt it pull on my eyelids. I closed them without a fight and felt dreams invade my mind. I hoped.
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“Ian!” My mom yelled. “Get up!” I yawned and stretched, last night’s nightmare fading. My feet hit the icy hardwood floors and I shivered. I showered quickly, lingering longer than usual. I found a pair of my old gray sweats and put those on, followed by a hoodie.
I trudged down the stairs and immediately headed for the kitchen. Mom was already there, draining her glass of liquor. I sighed. She’s been drinking since the divorce. She looked my way and nodded as I poured a bowl of cereal.
I ate it as fast as I could. Mom was usually angry in the mornings and since Dad was no longer around, there was no one else to yell at, except me.
I ran back up stairs and brushed my teeth. I looked in the mirror and sighed. Mom told me to get a haircut, but I ignored her. I loved the way my curly hair fell into my eyes. Kali had told me that when we were ten and I haven’t changed it since.
I closed my eyes and headed downstairs again. Why did I always think of her when I knew how much it hurt?
“Bye mom,” I said before slamming the door behind me. Jake was already outside, waiting in that ratty old station wagon his mom got him for his birthday.
“Hey,” I said, closing the door behind me. Jake lifted his chin in his way of saying, “Hi.”
“What happened yesterday?” I asked.
“Nothing really, but then again I never really pay attention,” Jake laughed.
“You’re going to fail another grade,” I sighed. “It’s a wonder you’ve only failed one so far.” Jake rolled his eyes. I saw the school looming up ahead and I couldn’t help but groan. What kid didn’t hate school? Jake laughed at me.
“It’s not that bad, Ian. I mean, yeah, we all have better things we want to do, but you act like this is Hell,” he laughed.
“It is. It’s like my own personal Hell,” I grumbled. He had no idea.
