She didn't want to go to sleep.
Piper sat on the edge of her bed, scrolling through Instagram and desperately trying to avoid all the thoughts spinning around in her mind.
Amy and her friend Summer, pulling faces at the camera. Look, like, scroll.
I was the only one with him.
James holding a shawarma and giving everyone a thumbs up. Look, like, scroll.
I was with him and he died.
Dancemania advertising for their umpteenth season. Look, unfollow, scroll.
I was the last person to see him alive.
Instagram told her she was all caught up. She kept scrolling.
Did I watch him die?
Some brightly coloured flowers. Look, like, scroll.
Why didn't Mom tell me?
A puppy. Look, scroll.
Why didn't James tell me?
A couple. Scroll.
Why didn't anybody tell me?
A quote. Scroll.
Why can't I remember?
An advert. Scroll.
What happened?
A video. Scroll.
What happened?
A photo, a photo, a photo, Mikey.
Her phone thudded against the floor as Piper snapped to attention.
"Everything all right in there?" Frank's voice was distant but sleepy in the late hours of the evening. He was still downstairs, and likely to fall asleep on the sofa as he'd done so many other times.
"Yeah!" She squeaked in reply, scrabbling to turn her phone back over.
It was him.
Elodie's Instagram was half flooded with photos of her little brother, and the other half was filled with interesting things from the wild.
Piper quickly followed her back, and begun scrolling through her profile. The base of her thumb was beginning to twinge.
The most recent was of a photo on the wall, the frame battered and faded around the extremities. It was an old school photo, his white shirt with grass stains at the elbow and his blue eyes shining as he laughed at the photographer.
Elodie hadn't captioned it.
In fact, there was a severe lack of captions throughout the entire profile, except from one almost a year ago.
That one made her heart squeeze.
El.J.444444: Gone but not forgotten 💕
She shut the phone off and laid back on the bed.
What happened?
Her chest constricted, and she tried to focus on breathing deeply.
She rolled over onto her side.
Remember.
Images of flickering orange and suffocating black forced their way into her mind. Blue eyes.
What if it's my fault?
Piper sat up again, swinging her legs out of bed and finally retrieving her laptop from her suitcase.
YOU ARE READING
Unfinished
Fanfiction❝It's haunted, you know. It is! No, not by ghosts, silly. By secrets.❞ After the night that changed her life forever, Piper tried to put all memories of the place behind her. And for almost twelve years, she succeeded. But, plagued by nightmares, sh...
