Its been 1 year since the accident. I still cant get out of the house, I’m to scared. What will people say if I went back to school? Or even on the street? Good things wouldn't happen.
All I do is lay in bed thinking about that day. I can’t sleep at night the nightmares are to terrible. I don’t remember too much. Only everything slowing down and then everything went black.
I saw fire for just a minute then more black. I woke up in the hospital alone and terrified.
I could barely remember who I was but some how I remembered someone else, “Julia,” I try to scream but it comes out as a whisper. I close my eyes to think but see a burning face.
I sit up with a jolt again I say “Julia.” Today I am not confused about who I am or who Julia is but, I wish neither of us ever existed. Julia and I were best friends until the accident.
I kept waiting for her to visit or even call nothing. I sat in silence for weeks on end. Now I sit in silence knowing she’ll Never visit or call ever again.
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if I was the who left.
Would things have been better? Would she have been better? Why can’t I just leave like Julia did? She want me to be with her, leave like she did.
I can feel her fiery hands tugging at me at night. I cant go with her, I’m not weak. There’s not much to be strong for anymore, except my parents, but they’ve probably given up in me too.
It’s just me, I’ve got to stay strong for me. I can’t let the fire get me, at least not today. I think about Julia to much. My brain burns with her memory.
I can’t stop, she’s the only thing keeping me from leaving. I hear my door creak as my mom walks in, interrupting my overthinking about Julia.
She sits down on the bed beside me and lets a long, sad sigh. “ You can’t stay in here forever,” she says.
I try to interrupt but she continues, “You’re father and I have decided that you will start school next week.” She pauses for a reaction I assume but I don’t give her any.
“It will be good for you to focus on something else, plus Julia would have wanted you to by now."
” Now she gets a reaction, “ Who cares what Julia would have wanted she’s gone, she left!” I could tell my mother was stunned but she just walked away.
The next day I walked into school, all eyes on me. I figured they would be. Even if I didn’t believe myself. They knew, they all knew.
I could hear them whispering behind me as I passed by.
"She killed Julia”, I heard them say. I felt myself getting more confident the more they said that.
They were right, I killed Julia.