“Can you just control yourself? I’m really sick of this dark girlsitting in front of me, what happened to the girl I asked out?” AskedDean as we sat together at lunch in the crowded cafeteria.“How do you control yourself, when everything you know isdisappearing into what seems to be a black hole?” I asked Dean as hestared at me like I was someone else.“I don’t know, just stop being depressed.” He retorted as acringed at the statement.“I can’t talk about this right now.” I said as I got up, pushed mychair in and walked away and out of the cafeteria. He’s right I’m notthe same person I was when he asked me out. Ever since Jayla diedI’ve been so out of it. I blame myself for her death half the time. If Inever talked her into going to that party after her boyfriend dumpedher, she would never have gotten drunk. If she never got drunk shewould never have crashed her car and if I only drove her home.Suddenly I snapped back into reality and realized that I wasstanding in front of her locker. The locker was still decorated from herbirthday and some how I felt her presence right in front of me like shewas still alive. The tears started to overflow from my eyes and I knewthat I had to hold it together. I wiped my eyes and continued walkingto my next class. Through out the day I couldn’t concentrate on school, all Ithought about was what Dean said. I kept thinking about when Ichanged. I wasn’t happy to admit it, but I am depressed. I’mdepressed that my best friend died, that I could have stopped it, andthat Dean and I seemed to keep spreading apart.School let out and by the time I left the building the halls wereempty. I got into my silver convertible, which I got for my seventeenthbirthday, turned on the radio, and blasted my favorite song. Richmanby 3OH!3 blasted from the speakers as I sped home hoping that Deanwasn’t waiting for me. I didn’t want to see him today or for the rest of the week for that matter. I just wanted to be alone, but then again itseems like I always want to be alone.I turned into me driveway and lone behold Dean’s there leaningagainst his yellow Hummer. ‘Great,’ I thought as I turned off the carand grabbed my keys and bag. I walked by him as fast as I could andstarted up the walkway to my front door. He started to follow mebecause apparently he didn’t catch on to the fact that I was ignoringhim. He grabbed my wrist and spun me around.“What the heck!” I screamed at him hoping he would let go.“What’s the matter with you? Why are you acting like this?” Heshouted back at me.“Just let me be! You don’t understand.” I replied so ticked off Iwas ready to kick him in the shin.“I don’t understand that your best friend died in a drunk drivingaccident? Because I understand the perfectly! Do you think Jayla
would want you acting like this?” He said as he pulled me closer tohim, so I would look him in the eyes.“I don’t know! I don’t know anything anymore!” I shouted.“Really, you think Jayla would want you to act like this?” Heasked again.“No, she wouldn’t want me to act like this. Happy?” I repliedfurious that he would even bother to ask again.“See, you know she wouldn’t want you to.” He said with a smirk,knowing that he was right.“I don’t know how else to act.” I said quietly hoping he didn’thear me.“Go back to how you used to be.” Dean said looking me in theeyes. This made me cry. I can’t be who I used to be if I’m missingapart of myself. Dean let go of my wrist and just rapped his armsaround me, letting my tears stain the chest section of his shirt. I justcouldn’t stop crying.Dean walked me inside and stayed with me for a little whilebefore he had to get home. So I decided to take a hot shower to clearmy mind. I turned on the water as high as it could go and watched thesteam. I stepped into the scolding water, letting it burn the back of mylegs, not causing any pain just the feeling of freezing water drippingdown my calf’s. I put on my oversized, pink pajamas and dried my hairand placed it in a messy bun on top of my head.My phone vibrated on my wooden dresser, I grabbed my phone,slide it open and clicked the center key. I received a text…from Jayla?What? That’s impossible Jayla’s dead. I closed my eyes, counted tothree, and opened. I read the name again…Jayla. The text read, ‘KellyI’m not dead. It was fake.’‘Proof it’ I replied.‘Can you meet me at the park on Eliot St.?’ That was so weirdthat’s where we used to play all the time. Tom, Dean, Liz, Jayla, and Ispent so much time there together during the summer.‘Sure, when?’ Was the only thing I could say because right now, Iwasn’t really convinced.‘In one hour.’ I looked at the clock realizing that I had beensulking for the past hour. The clock read 8:15 and I had no desire toput on decent clothes. Determined to find out who this mysteriousperson pretending to be Jayla was. I made my way off my bed,grabbed a pair of ripped jeans, a t-shirt, and a large sweatshirt. Once Iwas dressed I ran downstairs, took a pen and a piece of paper, andwrote a note for my mom. It read: “going out be back around 9:45.”I swung my leg over the seat of the bike and kicked the brake. Irode off into the black of the street, but knew where I was goingbecause I had been this way at least a dozen times before. It took meat least fifteen minutes to get to the Eliot St. Park. When I arrived
street lamps surrounded the park, so I sat down on my usual swingwaiting. I probably sat there for ten minutes before I saw somethingmove in the dark.“Kelly, you came,” Said the figure. The voice was familiar, but I couldn’t quite tell who it was. “Iknow your not Jayla,” I replied.I knew from the text it wasn’t Jayla, but I still came. “Really?Never would have guessed that,” The figure responded with anamused tone of voice.I didn’t bother to respond because I didn’t know what to say. Thefigure started coming closer, but not knowing what to do I just satthere on the swing. The next thing I know I’m running to the playstructure trying to get away from the person.I woke to the beeping sound of a heart monitor. I looked aroundand saw all the machines. I was in a hospital with Dean sitting next tome.“Hey, are you feeling better?” Were the first words out of hismouth.“Why am I here?” I replied.“On Thursday, I called your house because you didn’t pick upyour cell. Your mom said that you went out and that you were cominghome around 9:45, which was odd because it was 9:50 and you’realways on time. Your mom also said that your bike was gone, which Iknew meant that you went to the park because you never drive there.When I got there I saw you lying by the structure, soaking wet. When Icalled your name you didn’t answer, so I called 911 and when theycame they said that you were unconscious. I rode behind theambulance and I’ve been here ever since.” Said Dean in the mostconcerned tone I’ve ever heard from him.“Ohhh,” I replied not bothering to tell him what I remember fromthat night.“I was scared you were trying to commit suicide,” He mumbled. The doctor came in and checked to see if I was doing okay. Helooked over all my tests and my charts, concluding that I was fine to gohome. I checked out of the hospital and made my way back to myhouse. Dean went home and I just sat on my bed hoping that whathad happened to me was a dream. I pinched myself and it wasn’t adream.I went back to the park the day after I got out of the hospital andsat on the same swing. The figure came soon after I positioned mydad’s old switchblade, so if anything or anyone attacked me I couldfight back. The figure kept getting closer and finally started to attack. Igrabbed the person’s arm and punched the person’s face. They foughtback with a kick in the shin and it turns out they had a knife too, so Igot stabbed in the arm.“I killed Jayla and I’m going to kill you,” screamed the person.
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