"La, la! La, la, la, laa!" Sidney sings along, off beat. I laugh, knowing well enough she cannot sing. "What's funny?" She asks. I smile, "Your face." I say. Playfully, she smacks my arm. I start to hum along then I start singing. "I wish I had a voice like you." Sidney says. Sidney knew very well she couldn't sing and admired me for my voice. I had the best voice in my family. I shrug, oh well. We drive on and it starts raining. "Jeez, roll up your window." I say. "Hailey, watch out!"
Scared, I wake up. Even though I escaped the dream, I can't stop the rest playing in my head. The car does a 180 degree spin in the air, but we land at the front tip of the car. The car flips around and around. Sidney screams, then we stop. At the same time, Sidney screaming ceases. I was wide awake the entire time, and I can remember every detail. My body refused to sleep from the pain and blood loss. Everything I felt, everything I heard...
"Wake up, Hailey." My dad says, knocking. "I'm up." I call to him. His tired, slow footsteps inch away from my door. Time for therapy, I guess.
My mom drives me to Dr. Drake. A young, smart, nice man. He's really understanding and not really like a therapist. More like a friend. "How are you Hailey?" He asks. I nod my head in reply. "Did you have the dream again?" He asks. Again, I nod. "Was anything different?" He asks. This time, I do speak. "...there was...a boy." I say.
"Yes, a boy."
"How do you know it was a boy?"
"I just know it was a boy. All I saw were his eyes."
"Well what did his eyes look like?"
My eyes close and I turn my head away from him. "They were eyes....an unusual color." I try to answer. "Can you describe them?" He asks. A woman walks in. "Stevie, times up." She says. He nods and she closes the door. "Look, Hailey," Dr. Drake says "you won't be coming back. You don't need to, you're perfectly fine."
"I don't feel fine." I say. "In time you will." He says. I walk and see my dad. We ride home in silence. Surprisingly, my mom is home. She looks tired and stressed. "Hey, mom." I say. She only groans and waves her hand.
I sit beside her. "We found another body today." She tells me. "Her name was Mindy Crawford...did you know her?" Mom asks. I nod. Mindy was the meanest, richest, and snobbiest girl in the school. Everything and everyone revolved around her. She brought all of the drama and spread the most rumors. "Mindy was...well she....yeah I knew her." I stammer.
Mom nods and turns on the TV. The news about the Crawford Killer was on. Oh, yeah. That was another thing that made her the sickly disease she was. Mindy's great, great, great grandfather had discovered the town. She thought she was queen of the Crawford Hill just because her last name was engraved in the heart of the town.
"Mindy Crawford, the seventh victim of the Crawford Killer was attacked and killed just last night at eleven forty-six. Police have released information saying that her insides were missing and that she was poisoned. Information on whether this is a person or animal is unknown. I'm Veronica Maguel and see you next time."
Mom turns off the TV and puts her face in her hands. I go and start dinner, no need to ask her if she's okay when I already know the answer. When I already know she's going to lie. When we eat, its quiet. My mom won't get off her phone and dad won't stop staring at the door. I look at the time. Eight thirty. "Look you two, I know things seem bad now, but we should make the best of life." My mom says. Something she seems to say a lot.
After dinner, I return to my room. I can hear dad crying in his room. He's been crying for awhile, ever since Sydney's death-which was only seven months ago. Dad blames me, of course, but he doesn't say it. I can see it. From the sad looks mom give me when they're talking to the angry glares in an uncomfortable silence. Tomorrow is a new day, and another day of school...even though its just work, annoying kids, and loud teachers. Like my mom has been saying for months...just make the best of life.
My alarm beeps loudly and I quickly turn it off. I sigh, thinking about my dream. I had it again, but everything was so blurry, so unfocused. Even if, it seems like new things present themselves, but I just don't know what the new things are. I mean, I know I can see someone. I know I can! No matter how many times I my mom, doctor, and everyone else says there was no one, I know there was someone. The doctor said I had a concussion and that serious head trauma can make you see things that really are not there.
It was a trick of the mind, said the doctor.
There was nothing there, said the police.
You were just seeing things, said everyone.
After a thorough search, the police found absolutely no blood or any evidence to give that someone was in front of the car. There was no blood on the front of the car (that didn't belong to me or Sydney). Absolutely no true evidence that someone was hit, or worse...killed. Quickly, I get up to shower and dress. My phone beeps to the tune of a bird and instantly know who it is. Brandon.
'Do you want me to pick you up?'
'No, i'll just walk.'
He should know, I haven't wanted a ride for months. Brandon knows how a horrible death can impact someone. Both of his parents and his little sister were killed in a hit and run. He wasn't with them, and he blames himself for not being with them. He said, "Maybe if I was with them, I could be dead with them." At the moment, he is living with his aunt Enid. She's a very nice woman, but she always seems worked and tired. I know she wants to always be there for Brandon, but already being a mom of three, working day and night, and paying bills by herself takes a toll on her life.
Honestly, I do try to be there for Brandon but...i'm weak, okay...how can I be there for someone when I can't even be all the way in my life? With everything going on, I feel like we're splitting apart, slowly. He makes me feel special, but I know, I don't deserve it. I don't deserve anything nice in my life. Hurriedly, I eat breakfast and leave. I really do not like that look my dad was giving me. School is only three blocks away, but an escape from home feels like an eternity away.
When I reach school, Brandon is waiting for me at the door. Effortlessly, he picks me up by my waist and plants a tiny kiss on my nose. "Good morning beautiful!" He says. I smile, "Good morning." I say. Brandon walks me to class, but not before giving me a long kiss. Girls giggle, not because Brandon's a cutie, but because of me. There was a rumor...one that said I was a cheating slut. Well, of course, it isn't true. Brandon is the first boyfriend I have ever had, and we've been dating for three years. Some people just find it funny to watch people suffer and hurt from the things they say. I find nothing funny about it at all.
"No, no, no! Leslie, please get down." I say, frustrated. We've tried making the pyramid eight times and Leslie still can't find her balance. "Okay, Markie, please get to the top." I instruct. Markie-nickname for Markela-made her way to the top and the pyramid was perfect. "Yeah! There we go girls!" Daffodil cheers. Her sudden scream makes everyone jump, causing the pyramid to tumble. "Sorry." Daffodil mutters, not really meaning it. Daffodil is/was Mindy Crawford's sister and guess what-she's just as mean as her. Mindy was the queen and Daffodil was the president. Daffodil is the line that separates being a loser and being a someone.
With just one word, Daffodil could totally crush your social status. Everyone listened to her and Daffodil never wasted her friendship on someone useless and pathetic. "Hey, babe." Jordan says to Jackie. Jordan pulls Jackie into a quick kiss and then returns to his practice. I can just feel the heat radiating from Daffodil.
Jordan was dating Mindy. The same day she died, Jordan called her to say he was done with her. Jordan had liked Jackie for about a year, but didn't have the guts to tell Mindy. Or the strength. When he discovered she was sleeping with his best friend, he called it quits and then asked Jackie out. Mindy went out for a walk after then and then I guess that's when she was attacked. That was what I heard from Daffodil.
Daffodil, of course, blames Jordan. She says if he would have never broken up with Mindy, she wouldn't have gone out for a walk and she would be alive. Jackie is my best friend and she tells me everything. She told me Jordan ACTUALLY broke up with Mindy the day before, but Mindy was in too much of a drunkard stage to actually realize what happened. "Oooh, looks like Hailey has a stalker." Daffodil says. I look back and see what they mean. At the steel fence is a boy. He's new, I realize. He's wearing a white hoodie that's covering his face. He is partially covered in shade, but I can see his face clearly. Even though I can not really see him well and I realize something.
I know him....