Click clack. Click clack.
My black heels are the only noise heard as I make my way down the long, dimly lit corridor.
Click clack. Click clack.
Zach silently approaches me as we near the room.
The mahogany doors are heavy, large, dark, and unwelcoming.
Click clack. Click clack.
He holds the door open for me, and wordlessly swings it shut behind him.
Click clack. Click clack.
Walking down the aisle takes an eternity. It seems as if the walk-way stretches on for miles on end. Almost as if to say we can never make it to our destination.
Click clack. Click clack.
As we near the front of the room, Zach's large hand firmly takes hold of my smaller one. I give him faux reassurance by lightly squeezing his hand.
Click clack. Click clack.
We reach the front of the sanctuary. There are candles lit everywhere, trying to create a cozy atmosphere. Not that they help.
Click clack. Click clack.
I take the final steps that lead me to my best friends body. The dress that she is wearing fits two sizes to big. Her hair is short, and dyed an unnatural black. Her once full of life face is now hollow, and pale.
The girl in front of me is not my best friend.
The girl in front of me is not the girl who I used to spar with.
The girl in front of me is not the girl that would stay up all night with me watching movie marathons.
The girl in front of me is sticks and bones.
Tears slide down my face as I fall to my knees, gripping onto Zach's arm for support. I cry her name, in a futile attempt that she will hear me and wake up.
At least Cammie finally came back after her summer away. Even if it was in a casket.