Death could be so unpredictable, am I right? You see I never really pictured how I'll die. My life was okay, or as okay as okay could be for me. Haunted from my past. Always pretending. Except with Adrian. My Adrian. With him I can be happy.
But t...
In solitude, the girl sits on the loveseat watching some TV--- popcorn in hand. Dressed in faded black sweatpants and a tank, messy, greasy hair tied back in a high pony.
This is how I have been the past few days since I've gotten home from the hospital. Between Dad, Mom, and Josh, I am constantly being monitored--- making sure that I don't attempt to harm myself again. So I sit here watching TV all day long, pretending all is just fine and dandy. Peachy. But deep down, not all is good. Deep down, a chilling voice keeps whispering to me. Whispering that they hope that I succeeded. That they hope that Josh didn't find me. That they hope I was reunited with Adrian.
Adrian.
The doorbell rings and in a daze, I place the bowl of popcorn onto the loveseat's armrest and stand up. "I'll get it," I call out as I drag my fuzzy slippered-clad feet to the door.
Sierra and Ellie greet me with concerned faces.
"Are you still contagious?" Ellie asks, taking a few steps back.
I shake my head. "No."
"Ok, good. Can we enter?" She then asks.
Nodding, I step aside, letting them pass.
"So how are you feeling?" Sierra questions as we walk into the family room.
I plop down onto the loveseat, pulling my knees to my chest. If Mom was home she'll be scolding me for putting my feet on the furniture. Luckily Josh is the 1 who's 'babysitting' me at the moment. "Still not back to myself," I end up replying, trying very hard to ignore their deep gazes.
"Does this have to do with Adrian?" Ellie's eyes are sad.
Mine must be sadder as I look at her, clueless of what to say.
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"I-I don't want to talk about him right now," I manage to say.
"That's the thing, Shelly," Sierra begins, her dark cheeks slightly flushed. Something that usually happens when she's upset. Uh oh. "You've been shutting us out of your life, refusing to talk. But have you ever considered that we lost a friend too? We might not have loved Adrian as fiercely as you, but we still loved him and are hurting. So stop trying to push us away, because just like deep down you know that you really need us, we need you. We're all in this together," she finishes--- breathless.
Ellie looks uncomfortable, twirling a few strands of light brown hair around her finger while I shake my head in an attempt to clear my mind. I open my mouth to speak, but before I have the chance to form any words Sierra is scooping me into her arms and gestures to Ellie to join. Soon we are all huddled on the carpeted floor in a group hug.
"Just what we need," Sierra murmurs into my ear, her pointy chin digging into my shoulder. I can feel her wet tears against my neck.
I say nothing, still in complete shock from Sierra's words and actions. I didn't know that she was hurting from Adrian's death too.
