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Curiosity Got The Best Of Me.

Novel By: desjane1

Scarlet always wonder what happened to her best friend Brad that night,, will she finally find out? View table of contents...


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Submitted:Sep 10, 2011    Reads: 39    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   

"as I turned and faced what was behind me, I was thinking of just taking off running. but no, I turned and faced the demon behind me. my own, it was me..."
Hi, I'm Scarlet, 21 years old, and I'm no ordinary girl. I have experienced to much to be a normal girl. I've seen to much. But here's my story...
I was 17 when it happened, when I lost him. No, I'm not talking about my boyfriend, I'm talking about my bestfriend Brad. We were coming home from some thing, I don't remember what it was. Anyways, we were driving down the highway, it was quiet, and dead, and then.. This, this light. That's all I remember, I woke up in the hospital a few days later, only to hear Brad was dead. My older sister Katy kept saying it's okay. But honestly what the hell was she talking about, she wasn't the one who had just lost her partner in crime (literally).
Brad and I, we we're the closest of friends. Always supporting one another, I mean if one got in trouble, the other was right there to take some blame to. I just, why did it have to be him? How did he die? I ask these questions everyday, I just want some answers. Like, there was this one time, we got into soem trouble (nothing new) but we missed our curfew, and we were out drinking, you know having the time of our lives. Then I went home, but I didn't reliaze he was with me, and my dad was furious with me, for two reasons, 1, because I was drunk, and 2, I missed curfew, but there Brad was, taking the blame saying it was all his fault, and he wouldn't let it happen again. Naturally my father forbided me to see Brad again, but like that was going to happen. It'd be like telling dad to stop drinking and smoking, yeah not going to happen!
The restless nights have been happening more frequently, every night, same dream, same nightmare, same everything..
I was sneaking out onto the roof top and then climb down the ladder on the side of the house to go meet up with Brad and others at a party (typical). It was around ten-thirty when I snuck out, and when I finally met up with him and everybody else, it was about 11pm.
"Hey, Scar!" Hollered Billy
"Naturally, late but great, Scar." Brad managed to say between laughter.
I wondered if he was high, which was something new.
"Hey." I said cautiously, which was really odd for me, but Brad seemed different tonight.
"You ready?" brad said anxiously.
"Ready? Ready for what, I just got here! Can't I just sit for a bit?"
"Yeah Brad! Let the girl relax! Beer?"
"Sure, thanks." I said to Leo.
"No, we have to go, NOW!"
"Brad, take a second, what's going on?!" I said quickly with worry.
He pulled me up from the chair and dragged me off to the parking lot which I found particularily odd because neither of us owned a vehicle. But before I knew it, we were at this car, and he shoved me into the passenger's side and slammed the door, and made his way to the driver's side.
"Whoa, whoa, Brad, YOU are not driving!"
"Why the hell not?!'
"Because, you're drunk for one, and you're not even a licensed driver!" I screamed.
"Shut up. You're not the boss Scarlet."
Then he struck me across the face, and I just sat there in shock and I didn't even realize he started the car, and we were driving. Then it happened. We were on the side of the road, no a ditch, off a cliff? I don't know.
"Brad, Brad, Brad!?' I said weakly and quickly.
I always wake up right after that, I'm still trying to figure out what happened thaty night, but as you can tell, FOUR years later, still nothing.
Last night while I was getting ready to go to sleep, there was a knock at my door, I went and opened the door a crack, but nobody was there, so I just closed the door and locked it, then went back to my bedroom, where shortly after, I fell asleep.
When I woke up that following morning, I noticed my door was slightly open, like my bedroom door, I sat up and looked around but I didn't see anyone. I figured I just didn't close my bedroom door all the way the night before. After I showered I wanderedd my way to the kitchen and put on a pot of tea, that's when I noticed things had been touched, my bag wasn't where I had put it, so I cautiiously walked out into the living room with a frying pan in hand and scoped the living room out...
I didn't find anyone, but what I saw was what that had taken me by surprise...
"Do you want to know what happened?" was written in red all over my living room wall. Whoever it was that came in here lastnight, knows. They KNOW! But wait, what if whoever it is, is just messing with me... But it has been FOUR years since IT happened. Oh god, I felt sick to my stomach, I want to know what happened that night, but this, this is just creepy.
During that day I was on edge througout the entire day, waiting mostly. Waiting for that person to come forward, but deep down I knew they wouldn't show their face, or faces?
When I got home after work and my daily errands, I took it easy, and sat in the living room, and watched the news. but, those BOLD, RED letters on my wall had the majority of my attention. I WANT to know what happened. What happened that night? Did Brad really die from the crash? Because I know I didn't. Was he murdered? But why wasn't I? Did someone have this god awful grudge on him, and not me? Who came in here? Why wouldn't they just come out and say they knew? How did they get in? What did they know? Where are they know? When did they break in lastnight?
Is Brad really dead?....


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