Wow, this has been forever. The next two chapters are short, because they were going to be one whole one. I'm super sorry, I've been writing in Shaking Skeletons, so if you haven't read that, go read it.
Marissa Cooper slowly eased herself into the room. Memories of him filled her head. She could see herself with him, falling asleep together on the bed. She could breathe him in here, his scents soothed her. A waterfall was breaking through her barrier. She was falling apart in the room. Her body shook, and cold penetrated through her veins. She walked to the bathroom, and pulled a towel off the rack.
She wrapped the towel around her body, and fell back into memories, of their first date. The most fun she'd had in a while. He protected her, and she felt safe around him. Now he was in a coma, and she was alone.
Being in the pool house, she felt like none of it ever happened. She would wait for him to appear and take her away. She wanted to be taken away.
People inside the main house stared at Summer Roberts. She didn't say a word, and all she did was let more tears fall.
This was his house. He had lived there. But not anymore. By now, he was six feet under the ground. In front of a gravestone that read, "Loved son and brother."
Every second was a lifetime in this house. How could she by lying there? How could she lie in a dead boy's house?
A large scar began to ache on top of a placid cover. A shaking bony finger touched the scar and a burning sensation filled her body. The pain was unbearable, but it'd never go away.
A body appeared next to her. Marissa Cooper had sat next to Summer Roberts.
"How do you feel?" the second girl asked.
"Like crap," Summer Roberts answered. "Where were you?"
"Pool house," she replied. Her clothes were still wet, even with the towel draped around her.
"How can you go in there?" the four of them had been in that room just hours before it happened. That time seemed so far away, like some alternate universe. Four days, four years ago, all four of them were playing video games, laughing, kissing, being happy.
"It's better than in here...or up there," Marissa Cooper commented, but didn't look at her best friend. The mood throughout the house was sonorous and somber. It was quiet, no one quite wanted to talk. Everyone wandered around silently.
"I was gonna go up there, but I don't know, it just seems wrong. I mean, he's dead. He wouldn't care, but it seems like he would," Summer Roberts felt people glaring at her. No one cared about this girl's feelings. She was just a bystander.
"We could," Marissa Cooper announced, and her friend looked over. "Go up there, if you want."
"I don't know, it seems weird," she objected. The two girls continued to sit in a mocking silence. They saw old friends stare wildly at them. They were caged animals, for the zoo to watch.
Anna Stern saw the two girls, and waited for the opportunity to go over. Summer Roberts and Marissa Cooper were diseases no one wanted to contract.
She made the first moves, but nothing after that. She was nervous about going over. She had known these people. Now, that was completely untrue.
So instead, she waved to Marissa Cooper, who gave a small, depressed smile.
"Do you wanna go somewhere?" Summer Roberts was feeling empty. This whole scenario was wrong. She was not to be at his funeral after party.
Funerals shouldn't have after parties. Who would want to celebrate after a part of your soul was buried?
"Like where?" Marissa Cooper replied. All she wanted to do was sleep. Sleep allowed you to have illusions of a life you prayed for.
In dreams, anything was possible. You could smile, and see the ones you couldn't see.
She had yet to visit the comatose son. It just seemed wrong. She was in love with him, yet she couldn't visit him lying in a bed near death.
I told you it was small...anyways, please review. And maybe you did see the other thing Marissa and Summer were talking about, other than the room...maybe you didn't. Please review! Only two chapters left!