I walk home alone.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: March 12, 2016

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I  walk home alone.
The breeze is a brave saviour , cooling me down from the traumatizing events of the day. Sweating uncontrollably, barely breathing, head pounding. Tears threaten to pour out. 

I walk faster.
Short of breath. Defenseless. Tears just a fraction away from spilling. I try to stay strong. I want to avoid everybody realizing how weak i actually i am. So i shut my eyes and i stand still, taking in my surroundings.

I take a deep breath.
Around me, a carefree melody of glee. Joyous laughter of the children. Roaring car engines. Urgent footsteps. And yet i'm  still glued to the ground. Unable to process anything. My mind twisting with panic. 

I breathe out.
Despite my bleeding heart, i feel all set to carry on walking. But where do i go? A wave of nausea captures me upon the thought of going home. No. I cannot go home. It treasures too many memories. 

I walk, fast.
Looks of strangers pierce through me. They must know. They know what happened. I spot a peaceful looking area with an ancient wooden bench. I sit down, shaking. I try to tell myself that everything will be okay. Yet my brain fails to accept this. My life has transformed from an ordinary, near enough perfect life of a teenage girl to a chaotic nightmare in the space of two days. I struggle to believe when things will go back to normal. A piece of the puzzle has been taken out and nothing will ever be complete again.

Two days.
It's been two maliciously long days since my best friend passed away. My best friend Monica. In fact, it's been two maliciously long days since my best friend was murdered. Undeniably, I'm failing to approach this with sanity. Upon entering school, i was greeted with showers of sympathetic hugs. Attempts at rational reassurance. Moral support and kindness. 

I laughed.
 Mainly because half of those people were strangers to both me and Monica. Not a single word shared between us before. But now that she's dead, Monica has become a hero. A symbol of admiration, even more than she was before. It disgusted me. Growing up with her was a roller coaster of thrills and disappointments.  She was truly special. Admirers welcomed her wherever she went. She was beautiful in every way. Wherever we went, Monica struck strangers with her unusual beauty. Her smile could hypnotize thousands. Meanwhile I stayed in the shadows, hidden from any recognition. Most of the time, people didn't even know my name.

'Monica's friend' they said.
Monica has had a lifetime of achievements, by her side, i celebrated them all with her. Her first boyfriend. Her second boyfriend. Her perfect grades. Her acting career. Numerous awards. Endless attention. I was always there, mesmerized by her. Blind to my lack of success.

Two days ago.
Monica and I sat by the lake in our hometown. It was late, the sky was a radiant shade of blue and it cast delicate droplets of light onto the lake. The area was empty. Understandable. Calm Wednesday night. February. 

It went silent for a little while.
Monica just stared into the distance, mersermized by her thoughts. She pulled out an envelope. With the sly smile of hers, she told me she got into her dream university. Of course, I congratulated her. We hugged. I pushed her into the lake. Despite Monica's utter perfection, swimming was always impossible to her.

"Goodbye Monica." I giggled.
Upon entering school, i was greeted with showers of sympathetic hugs. Attempts at rational reassurance. Moral support and kindness. Now that she's dead, Monica has become a hero. A symbol of admiration, even more than she was before. It disgusted me.
I was hit by a tidal wave of panic. I still mean nothing to everyone. Monica is still a star. I struggle to breathe. My head is pouding..

And now I am sitting at a park bench, guilty for not being guilty. Worthless.
Then I walk home alone.

 


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