Bad News

“Ma’am I’m going to shine this light in your eyes, don’t move, I need to check your vitals” The paramedic says, I stare at Anna and the police officer talking, he’s writing down every word she’s saying “You have a concussion, but you’ll be fine if you take it easy for a while” He says giving me a sad look. Fine is the opposite of what I’ll be. I see Anna take a phone call and the police officer walks over to me “Ma’am I’m going to need you to give an official statement for our record” I stare past her at Anna who puts her hand to her mouth and drops her phone, following it by dropping to her knees and sobbing on the ground. I hear her muffled scream from underneath her hand. I stand up and push past the police officer to my best friend “Anna” I breath above her and she looks up at me, tears streaming down her face “SAMUELS DEAD BECAUSE OF YOU” She screams at me. I feel like I’ve been hit by an eighteen wheeler. I look in her eyes to see the best friend I know and love, and only see pure hatred “What” I whisper “He finally killed himself because of you, you dumb fucking bitch. Not only did you get Chance killed along with half the senior class, but you killed Samuel. YOU KILLED HIM” She screams at me while standing up. She pushes me away from her “get the fuck away from me” She says before storming into her house. I take a step back feeling like I’ve been slapped. “Kylie” I hear my mom’s voice from behind me. I turn around and collapse into her arms “Momma” I cry into her shoulder “We’re going home Kylie” My dad says with a demanding voice. They lead me past the ambulance where I see Chances journal and the cologne. I break away from my mother’s arm wrapped around my shoulder and jog over grabbing them both before following my parents.

It’s been three days since the party night. I sit in an oversized sweater that Samuel left here when he slept over and nothing but a blanket wrapped around my bare legs, the rocking chair by the window has become my home. I sit here and stare at the front yard where kids come every day after school and leave signs. I see them when my dad throws them out, Killer Kylie written in red across multiple signs. One person comes and leaves five in the morning and five in the evening, Anna my best friend. I see her leave the signs with her face screwed up in rage. I miss my friends more than anything. I miss Chance being annoying, I miss Anna and her smart ass remarks, I miss Samuel and his warm hugs. “Kylie” My mom says coming in “Jaime is here” She announces, my brother kneels in front of the window “Hey Kylie” I stare blankly at him “how would you like to get out of here for a little while?” He asks, I look past him out the window and then back to him “yeah out there “He says with a tentative smile “Kylie, Jaime, your father and I are all in agreement you need to leave San Diego for a little while. Get away, so you’ll be going on tour with Jaime and his band, that way you’re with someone we trust” My mom says stiffly. “How about that Kylie, Me, you, the boys out on the road, doesn’t that sound fun?” Jaime asks I sniffle “You’re leaving in three days, and you’re allowed your laptop to do your schooling online” My father says “come now Jaime, we need to leave Kylie” He says turning to my brother. They all shuffle out leaving the broken girl to crack some more.

Three days later as promised a big tour bus pulls up to the house and I watch as my brother and three other boys who might as well be my brother walk off. I watch Vic make My eyes follow their path until they enter the house and I can’t see them anymore. I wrap my arms around myself and listen as the stampede comes up the stairs and stops in front of my door. “Kylie?” Jaime asks tapping lightly before walking in. The guys spill into the room and I turn slowly from the window to face them. I know I look like garbage. My brown hair hangs limply around me, my eyes have dark purple circles under them from my lack of slee. “Ready?” Jaime asks, I look at the duffel bag on my bed with my belongings. I nod and pick up my backpack, making sure Chance’s journal and cologne are safely stuffed inside. I pull the sleeves of Samuels shirt down over my hands and follow them out, the baggy sweatpants falling lower on my hips. I tighten the drawstring slowly. I stand in the doorway watching Mike carry my bag out to the big bus, the driver inside looking impatient. “Ready?” Jaime asks wrapping an arm around my shoulders, I look at him with the same straight stare I’ve held since Anna told me. I look down at my feet sheathed in socks and sandals thinking about her, I feel tears well in my eyes, she would be so mad at me for going out in public wearing socks and sandals. I walk out the door towards the bus, Jaime’s arm falls from my shoulder and I ignore the goodbyes from my parents. I climb the bus feeling stiff. “Here Kylie, let me show you your bunk” Tony says giving me a smile. He takes my hand in mine swallowing it in warmth, then leads me past the lounge area and the bus driver who's tapping his fingers against a counter. “There’s eight bunks in total, you’re going to be in this one” He says pushing the curtain aside on a lower bunk furthest away from the front of the bus “The bathroom and second lounge area is back here” He says pushing aside a sliding door to reveal a lounge area with a wraparound couch and a tv mounted on the wall beside my head. The bathroom door is open and I can see a small shower, toilet, and pedestal sink with a mirrored medicine cabinet above it. “I’ll let you get settled” He says joining the boys at the front of the bus. I pick up my duffel bag from the floor where Mike presumably left it and toss it at the foot of my bunk before crawling in. It’s surprisingly spacey. I crawl under the comforter and pull the curtain shut sending me into darkness. I fumble around above my head for the wall lamp I seen as I crawled in, I hit it and a warm yellow light fills the space. I dig in my backpack and pull out my Ipod and earbuds before plugging them in and hitting the light, leaving me in darkness. I let the music float around me and feel myself drift off as the bus rumbles down the road.

Notes

Slightly shorter chapter but really? Three parts to the first chapter? Yeah okay there. So, there's been a lot of death so far but don't worry nobody else will die... for now... Rip sammy boy, short lived love. He's going to make a reappearance I think so... stay tuned >:))