Kiss and Makeup

I stand in shock, listening to her shrill scream and the BANG
when she hit the asphalt parking lot below.

I just killed someone. Maybe, fine, she wasn't dead and was just injured, but falling 34 feet headfirst and then lying there quietly kind of strikes me as something that would kill you.

I took a deep breath and willed myself to look out the window.

"Oh, my freakin' gosh," I gasp."No, no, no, no! This is SO bad!"

Caroline is sprawled out on the asphalt, bleeding profusely and her bones are all snapped. Her sacrum has jutted out of her butt, all the tiny bumps and holes and all, and coccyx wrenched itself free and lies at her feet. The tissue on her back has peeled away, revealing all the little vertebrae and her spine. Her cervical vertabrae are all twisted. It's like her entire back fell apart.

I feel woozy and I am about to fall out the broken window as well when something holds me back.

"Abby-"

IT. IS. CLAIRE. AND. JASON.

"Ugh! No!" I scream."You are terrible people!"

Claire pouts mockingly, her cherry red lips lined with berry lipliner."Oh? Well, who just murdered Car-car?"

"Car-car...?What, what, C-caroline?!" I sputter.

"Isn't that what she said?" Jason snorts."Anyway, now you get to die-"

"NO!" I scream. "I AM TIRED OF LETTING YOU MONSTERS RUIN MY LIFE!"

Not that's it's a surprise. In middle school, where I was the boring wannabe who wore Sears clothes and ate tuna in a tree with a creepy goth redhead. Obviously, the still perfect but smaller populars (we called them the Plastics back then) teased me and Hendrix.

Claire and Jason. Destroying my life. Making me live in fear everyday. Taunting, blackmailing, tricking, almost killing me EVERYDAY. No. More.

"NO. MORE!" I shriek like a siren.

Without thinking, I shove them both out the window.

 

Theres the eye in the storm. It feels like time stands still and the world is spinning around me, yet everything is still. It's a moment of peace. I think I'm going crazy.

Before I could speak, Josh bounded in and held me.

"Shhh," he mutters."It's okay, it's okay,it's all over."

I held back tears."I just killed like three people!"

"They deserved it," he coos. His soft voice always calms me down.

I shriek hysterically."I'm going to prison!!!"

After a minute I calm down barely enough to clear my vision of tears and see a navy blue SUV pulling up to the curb. A pretty hot dude in a suit climbs out of the car with a beautiful brunette woman in a classy business suit.

"Who-who's that?" I wonder, drawing away from him. Could this day, er, [/i] night, get any worse?

"Shįt, I know him. It's FBI Special Agent Matthew Addy and his partner Cecil Nigel-Murray. They're the ones who busted Mike for shoplifting a Frisbee," Josh groans."The neighborhood must've complained from noise and yelling and dangerous junk. "

I paled."Wait. I just killed two people!"

"Great," Josh cringes, face-palming.

Cecil emotionlessly swings open the heavy glass front door. I watch them from the window as Matthew follows.

"RUN!"

We grab hands and run down the hallway. In a rush of adrenaline I take the lead, my hair flying behind me and my tiny messenger bag purse slaps my legs. We spin around the corner and I stab the elevator button.

"C'mon," I shriek. I bounce on my toes, waiting for the elevator to arrive. I can't go to jail!

Finally the chrome doors slide open and we jump in.

"Wh-where are we, er, going, Abbe's?" Josh asks nervously.

I hurriedly press the button for floor 5 (yes, our school is a big one) and impatiently jump on in the elevator. The doors open and I enter the boiler room.

"There," I pant breathlessly, pointing at a rusty ladder in the corner.

He goes first, scaling the ladder in seconds and waiting for me on the roof, looking through the open hatch at me.

I take a deep breathe. This ladder, its 60 feet high. The ladder I had climbed in the bomb shelter was nothing compared to this.

Believe me, I am not a graceful or coordinated whatsoever.My first time I mustered up the gut to climb a tree at Aragon Park, when all my 4th grade peers egged me on and called me chicken, I took a running start, got up an inch, and tumbled down. When I got a boost from a tall kid, I still immediately wobbled from the supposedly stable branch toppled over. In 8th grade dance class, I was the only one who no one volunteered to partner with-probably because of my two, dance class mandatory high heeled left feet. In gym class I failed epically and have since forged a doctor's note stating I had abdominal weakness syndrome- THUS I could not participate in rope-climbing and pretended to be dreadfully disappointed.

Then the noise came.

 

epic FAIL on italics. I had
no clue that's what would happen. I had them positioned for, like, TWO words and they freakin italiaize (is that the right word?) 3 paragraphs.

 

did Abby do the right thing? what would you have done in her place?

 

...

 

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