The run home took forever, even though I was already half way there.
As soon as I got home everybody seemed to ask questions or give me their 2 cents.
Brad: "Suze, look, the guys dead. Stop making that face if you want a date for prom."
Doc: "Grieving has a few stages. They include anger and sadness, somehow, I know that your mainly going to stick with the anger."
Jake: "Dude, chill."
Mom: "Susie, go to bed, get some rest. Everything will be ok."
Andy: "Just relax. Which would you prefer, meatballs or casserole?"
Seriously, my family is clueless.
I can't believe he was dead...again.
I was alone. Alone for the rest of my life.
I was alone even when I went into my bedroom. I don't know what I expected. Jesse's days of haunting my bedroom are over.
I figured I was going to be truly alone for the rest of my life, so I shifted.
It was even more lonely there.
With nothing to distract me. All I had were my thoughts about Jesse.
I thought about how we were supposed to get married and have kids.
But that wasn't going to happen. And I hated the person who did this to him.
I felt rage enter me. I was so angry that I started to cry.
You know, you whole body is shaking and the only way to stop it is by giving into the tears.
Between sobs, I saw an old looking man limp towards the gatekeeper.
"Who are you? What the hell do you want?"
Poor guy, it wasn't his fault I was being a bitch.
"Susannah, we have a problem."
Father D. Dead? Father D was dead.
This couldn't be happening.
"Father D, what happened?"
He just cut me off, the exact same way Jesse did.
So I was pushy, I just kept on asking until he cracked, well, Father D doesn't exactly crack.
"Susannah, you must shift. The world you once knew is in mortal peril."
"But, Father D-"
"No buts Susannah. Things will be clear soon."
Man, he was dead. He had already mastered being mysterious.
They made no sense.
In fact, this whole mess made no sense.
"Father D, I'm sorry."
"For?"
"You know, um...Dying."
He just stared at me.
"What makes you think that it is your fault?"
Truth is: I didn't.
Until then.
I was exasperated and shocked to find out that I had started blaming myself.
I found myself lying in my bed, saturated.
But, it wasn't water.
It was blood.
And...
It wasn't mine.