But things just get so crazy living life gets so hard to do, I would gladly hit the road get up and go if I knew, that someday it would lead me back to you, that someday it would lead me back to you. – Maroon 5 "Sunday Morning"
Clare trudged up the stairs, hoping to escape to her bedroom without her parents noticing. They were talking about her future life again, a conversation that usually ended in disaster. Her mother wanted her to follow in Darcy's footsteps and help the world, while her father wanted her to be a scientist. "Her brains shouldn't go to waste," he argued. The debate usually lasted at least an hour, and Clare wanted no part of it.
When she got in her room, something didn't feel right. Darcy's backpack was still on her bed, the textbooks scattered around the floor. Wasn't she supposed to be at Manny's house studying for their chemistry test tomorrow?
Clare searched the second floor anxiously, slamming each door shut when she didn't see Darcy. When she finally got to the doorway of the master bedroom, Clare saw Darcy naked on her parent's comforter. She tried to block the image of her sister's entire body out of her head, as she went up to her and shook her shoulders. "Darcy, wake up before mom and dad see you."
Darcy was limp and pale, her lips a ghostly pink. Clare shook her shoulders again violently, tears forming in her eyes. "Darcy!" She yelled, as she inched away from her sister. Tears were now streaming down her freckled cheeks, she was in awe. There was no blood anywhere, her sister couldn't be dead.
She bolted out of the bedroom and screamed for her parents to come upstairs. By the time her parents had got up by the doorway, she had regained calm. Darcy was a strong believer in God; he wouldn't do that to her family.
Her father pressed two fingers against Darcy's neck silently, as her mother sobbed, repeating "Is she going to be all right?" The words were lost in Mr. Edward's mouth, she had no pulse, she was dead. He couldn't speak, but he didn't need to. Both Clare and Mrs. Edwards knew.
"How could this happen to my perfect daughter?" Mrs. Edwards said in between gasps and tears. Her breath was heavy and fast, like in a horror movie.
"We're going to get through this mom; I know she'd want us to." Clare managed to say.
"Who could have possibly done this?" Clare's mom asked herself out loud. Clare bit her lip, as she felt more drops swell in her eyes.
"Her online boyfriend. Adams. I'm so sorry; I didn't know it was going to turn out like this. I thought she knew him. I saw them arrange a time to meet, today at 12:00 at The Dot." She felt like someone stabbed her heard out with a wooden stake, she knew she was the reason why her sister was dead. She could have stopped her, but she didn't. And now her parents were furious at her, they probably never wanted to speak with her again.
"Please, Clare, tell us everything you know."