I grow a little more nervous as the seconds creep by. Making up insane scenarios in my head is something I'm incredibly great at and with the heavy silence weighing down on us as we make our way to—God knows where—it's all I can seem to do.

"So, er, where we heading?" I ask nervously keeping my gaze to the windshield.

"My house" she replies nonchalantly. Her house? That's not so bad. I think, still my head spins, what is going on? What could possibly be so bad?

The car comes slowly to a halt and I un-clip my seat belt—a little too eagerly, desperate to find out what this huge thing she's hiding is.

"Right, you can't be mad...well you can but I really wish you're not going to be because like-" she's babbling and I feel empathetic towards her so I interrupt her before she begins making a fool of herself.

"It's okay, I'm sure it's not that bad" I lie, I have no idea how bad it is. My fake plastered smile seems to encourage her though because she nods and begins to get out of the car.

The silence returns and we both get out of the car quickly, not even glancing at one another. I see her chest rise and fall rather quickly as if her breathing is shallow, and I grow even more nervous. I follow behind her as she approaches her door.

“You hungry?” she mutters quietly, I shake my as a reply then realize she probably can’t see me.

“No” I reply shaking my head again, just for the hell of it. Her hands are shaky as she unlocks the door.

“Can we hurry this along? I don’t mean to be rude, it’s just I’m- I’m freaking out” she nods without looking me in the eye and I feel guilty. She opens the door and steps over the threshold I follow closely behind her, all the lights in the house are off and she makes no attempts to turn them on—how odd. She feels around for something.

“Ah-ha” she says quietly once she finds it, instantly a beam of light is projected onto the wall and I realize it’s a flash light. What wrong with the electricity? She heads over to a door at the end of the hallway, her heels clicking against the oak flooring. “No judgments she says looking at me, she looks like a small child, fragile. I nod my head and draw a cross over my chest where my heart is to show her I’ll keep an open mind.

She pushes the door open and steps cautiously inside, I stay in the door way for a few seconds and she begins to turn in circles, glancing all around her, she keeps the flash light pointed to her feet so all I can see is her feet turning slowly. I step inside too, my footsteps seemed to be louder than usual, every step echoing off the walls, my breath hitches and as I take another step, Hazel looks at me cautiously, her eyes look haunted, and it’s creepy. Then all of sudden she shines the flash light towards the wall.

Pictures, pictures everywhere, of blood, of water.

My mouth drops open.

“My parents died four years ago” she jumps straight into an explanation, I'm barely listening though, I'm too busy picking my jaw from the floor and trying to process this, her eyes water to the very brim and as she blinks tears roll voluntarily down her cheeks “I’m still not over it” she muttered almost inaudibly.

“But this is- this is crazy” I whisper, my breath catching in my throat. She nods and hands me the flash light so I can look around for myself, I hesitate before taking it, wondering if my feet will actually move if I tried to walk towards her—they do. My hand shakes as I take the flash light from her, going out of my way to not touch her hand in the process.

I begin to walk slowly towards the wall, my footsteps echoing off the walls, making my soft steps sound like stomps, my heart is pounding in my chest as I shine the light at the wall; there is picture after picture of some sort of accident. A car pretty banged up and glistening, like its wet, a body, two bodies, blood, a bridge.

“What happened?” I asked, still whispering for whatever reason.
She shakes her head, no “Its not important” she swipes at her nose with her sleeve and walks towards me “I just can’t let go” her voice sounds uncomfortably loud against all the silence and darkness of the house and I shudder. The walls are plastered, top to bottom with pictures of her dead parents—dead parents. Parents...that are dead.

“These pictures suggest you were there when it happened, were you?”

“No” she shakes her head and looks to the floor “I got some of these pictures from newspaper articles and magazines, it was all over the news for months” I try to think back four years but I don’t ever remember reading anything about that.

“I don’t understand” I shake my head trying to rid myself of the shock and confusion, I notice some pictures on the far wall that are not of the horrific accident, just family pictures, smiling, happy, hugging, laughing, and I feel like I’m treading on the line between heaven and hell.

“You don’t have to. You wanted to know more and here it is” she says quietly

“I don’t think I was ready for” I pause “this” I motion to the walls around us and she hangs her head low.

“I’m sorry” she begins to cry, hysterically, she muffles the sounds with her hands and I don’t know whether to run or comfort her.

“So am I” and it seems my legs make the choice for me, I feel them carry me over to the door, the need to just get out surges through me and I find myself almost sprinting out of the door, my mind racing from todays events.

Why me?

Notes

This update is so delayed.
My sincerest apologies.

However, if you saw this coming, I give you a cookie :)
If you didn't...well, you can still have a cookie because I'm lovely!

Hope it's okay, feedback is appreciated!
I winged this so I don't know how I feel about it
Bleugh.

Whatever.

Have a nice day!