Continuation of the Twilight Saga- Old Sun: 18
18. Lindsay's Story
.:WHERE WE LEFT OFF:.~LINDSAY'S POV~ I stared at the screen, overwhelmed. What did that mean? Oh. My.God. Was Josh....dead? My eyes blurred with tears as I fell back into my flowery sheets.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -*LINDSAY'S POV (Point Of View)*- - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - -I didn't know what to do. Should I wait for a "
" text? Or what? I slowly pressed '3' on my speed dial, which meant I was callingShane.
But what could Shane do? All we could do was mourn the loss. No, I
to do something.
Abruptly, I grabbed my purse (old Prada hand-me-down from myaunt; it held my cell phone, my wallet, and some make-up). I squeezed a fewdrops of Visine into my eyes (for the 'fresh' look), and got the car keys to thesecond-hand car my aunt had bought me a little over a year ago. I reachedinto the pocket of my worn jeans (I told people it was the 'distressed' look, but in reality it was some good-fitting pair I had found in Goodwill twomonths ago), and found the rumpled paper I needed. It contained todirections to Josh's house, given to me by none other than Josh himself. Atear quickly appeared at my eye, but I dabbed at it until it was gone.- - - - - - - - -"M-Mrs. Taylor?" I mumbled. A beautiful brunette woman withsparkling green eyes stared back at me."Lindsay? Come in, please." A smile appeared on her wrinkle-freeface as she motioned for me to sit in the comfy living room. "What bringsyou here?""J-Josh. Josh brings me here." I stuttered. Tears immediately sprang tomy eyes."Oh, sweetie. What happened?' Mrs. Taylor's tone made me cry evenmore—it reminded me of my mother."I-I. I think J-Josh i-is. Dead." I went into super-mega-freak-out mode.