Hey there. If you've been wondering, I've been sick. Plus, I've been studying for several tests that are coming up. So if you've also been wondering what's taking me so long, that's the reason. Anyway, the second chapter is here.
It's been a few weeks. I still sorta can't believe it. I still expect to see Kim around, but I was invited to her funeral. I saw the body.
I don't understand why I'm feeling this way. Maybe…..maybe its guilt. Why shouldn't I feel guilty? I mean, it was my fault. Maybe it's the way Ron seems to be acting nowadays at school.
There's no other word for it. He's depressed as hell. From happy-go-lucky to just unhappy. Makes me wish he was taking it better. That way I wouldn't feel so bad.
I don't care if that's selfish. What's done is done. Get over it you freak.
The guilt certainly didn't help the date I had a few days later. I couldn't stop thinking about the whole incident. Besides, the guy was boring as homework. Couldn't stop talking about himself. Most jocks are like that, which leads me to wonder why us cheerleaders bother. Oh well.
I basically told him that I was bored and walked away. He'll be back. He'll forget about it by tomorrow morning I bet. I actually felt a bit better for that. Until I saw him.
Ron. Why he was here, I'll probably never know for sure. This is the local park, the part of the park where teens go to hang out. "Lover's Lane" as lame adults like to put it. Which is true, since "hang out" meant a lot of things, including making out. He was sitting by a tree and looking out at the rest of the town.
Now this particular spot was a few feet off the ground. Actually, make that a few hundred feet from the ground. Which is why there's a sign that says "Don't go near" and "Caution!" stuck in the ground. Why was he there to begin with?
Then again, right now signs are probably not all that important to him.
"Uh….hi Ron." I said to him.
"Hi" he said weakly.
"Hey, where's that weird rat thing of yours?"
"Rufus is at home. I need time alone, okay?"
"What's with you?"
"What do you think Bonnie?"
Of course. The answer is always so simple. I knew what—or who—was on his mind.
His attitude did not improve my mood. That got me thinking about Kim again. Which led me to think about whether I should tell him the truth. Well, maybe not the whole truth. More like "the accident was my fault" in a way that didn't make me look too bad.
Naw. He doesn't have to know.
"Didn't you hear me? I said I want some time alone." He's standing now. He looks angry. Oh my god, did he just grow a spine?
"Screw off Stoppable. I don't give a damn about what you want."
"Even now, you act like a bitch. I guess recent events don't affect you much huh?"
Oh. That jerk just called me a bitch. He did not just call me a bitch. I'll show him who's the bitch!
Deja vue. It's happening all over again. Just like with Kim.
Only this time I rammed into him. Really put all me strength into it. He goes back a few steps. He goes back a few more. And then he falls.
He fell down those few hundred feet.
I hear a crunch. I look down over the edge. Why did I look down?
He's not moving. Not moving at all. I think I see blood. I run. I'm not staying for this again. No way.
I think I just killed another person.
Well there you have it. Read and review of course. You still probably don't get the title. The next chapter will be the last, when it should all make sense to you.
