Since I've ended Together We Can now, I decided to post this one. I've had the idea for this story for a long time already, I just never really wrote it all out. For now I hope you enjoy the beginning.
I said it in my other story, too, but just because I am careful: English is not my first language, so even though I am doing my very best to make no mistakes, there might still be some. Feel free to let me know when you find one.
Forgiven, Not Forgotten
Prologue
"Sara Sidle. I am here to see Amy Greene."
Sara's fingers drummed on the counter nervously. The enormous prison building made her feel uncomfortable and scared, as if she were about to be locked up in a cell, instead of visiting a prisoner.
The guy behind the reception nodded. "That's right. I'll let them know you are here. You can wait over there," he mumbled monotonously, as if he had said that message millions of times before.
Which was, when Sara thought of it, probably true.
"Thank you," she said.
She spun around and headed over to a corner of the entrance hall. A few hard wooden chairs were standing pressed against the wall, two of them occupied, by an old woman and a little further a teenage boy.
He was halfly lying in his seat, chewing gum and seemed to be bored to death.
Sara nodded at the two of them, just out of courtesy, as she walked past. Then she sat down in the chair in the farest corner, hoping she'd be out of sight so she didn't have to talk to anyone.
She crossed one leg over the other, but later on she changed her position again and again.
She felt nervous. She had no idea if Amy would want too see her, after all this time.
But Sara had never dared to visit her earlier. She hated herself for that, considering Amy was once her best friend, but Sara could never forget this icy cold look on Amy's face, when she---
"Miss Sidle?"
A voice interrupted her thoughts and she quickly looked up. It was the same guy who had been standing behind the reception.
"You were here to visit miss Greene, right?"
"Yes... Yes, I am," Sara replied, getting to her feet.
"Follow me, please."
Sara did like he said, as he led her through a long corridor, with lots of doors.
The guy halted at one of the doors and knocked.
Sara waited a step behind him. She felt her heart bumping in her throat. Why was she here? What did she have to say to Amy?
She could still turn around...
Yet she didn't. Her feet seemed to be stuck on the floor. She kept standing there, as the door was opened by a police officer.
"This is the visitor for miss Greene."
The officer nodded and moved away from the doorway, to let Sara in. Sara did a step forward, holding her breath.
Amy was sitting behind a table in an orange jumpsuit. Her blonde hair hang in a messy way along her shoulders and her face was awfully pale.
Her hazel brown eyes stared at Sara, confused. She narrowed her eyes, as if not recognizing her visitor, then she dropped her glance.
"I do not know her."
Sara bit her lip, unsure what to do or say. She knew Amy was lying; of course she had recognized Sara.
But what she had feared the most, was true: Amy did not want to see her.
"Miss Sidle, you can sit down if you want to," the police officer said, as if he hadn't heard Amy.
He closed the door behind him and took place in a corner of the small room.
Sara nervously shifted towards the other chair, but before she could sit down, Amy's voice sounded up again.
"I told you, I do not know who miss Sidle is."
She emphasized 'Sidle' with a cold tone, or was that just Sara's imagination?
"Could you bring me back to my cell, officer?"
The officer still ignored her.
Sara sat down in the chair opposite to Amy and looked at her, but Amy avoided her glance.
"Amy, please..." she said, softly.
"It's me... Sara," she added, even though she knew Amy knew perfectly who she was.
Amy suddenly looked up at her, straight into Sara's eyes. The expression on her face was cold.
"What are you doing here?"
"I just..."
Sara didn't finish her sentence, as she realized she had no idea what she was doing here. Why had she come to see Amy in the first place?
Because you are my friend, came into her mind, but that sounded so lame. And besides that, Amy probably didn't even see Sara as a friend anymore...
"I just wanted to see how you were doing," she decided.
"Great. Really, never better," Amy said, sarcasm dripping from her voice.
Sara looked down at her hands. "I am sorry... that was stupid..."
"Sara, tell me what you're really doing here or just walk away."
"I just... I wanted to... to see you and..."
Sara stumbled over all the unspoken sentences. All of them just sounded so stupid.
She wanted to break through the wall standing in between the two of them and talk with Amy about everything that had happened.
But right now that seemed like an impossible mission.
"Amy, I am sorry for... for---"
"For what? Betraying me?" sounded Amy's cold voice.
Sara swallowed. "I... I guess so..."
"If you're here to tell me lame excuses, then you'd better just go." Amy rose from her chair.
"No, wait... can't we... talk about things?" Sara tried, a pleading look on her face.
It was then when she saw tears had formed in Amy's hazel eyes.
"I don't want to talk about it."
To be continued. I hope soon.