And here it is, the second chapter. i hope you like it, please let me know what you would like to see happening in the story. Any review is encouragement for me to write!
I stared at the blank page of my diary, for once in my life I didn't know what to write. The thoughts in my head were swarming like bees in a jar.
A LOT of very angry bees…
I shook myself, this couldn't go on any longer. I had to do something.
Grabbing my phone I dialed Bonnies number, she always put things in the right perspective, making it easier to deal with. I was hoping she wasn't too angry at me, given the fact I didn't speak to her for a while..
- Elena? Is this really you?
Mentally, I chuckled. She didn't sound to upset, she sounded like Bonnie… She sounded excited to speak to me again. I really had some great friends and was very grateful about that.
- Yes, Bonnie, it is really me. Listen, I'm so sorry I didn't speak to you for a while. I just wasn't myself and….
- Oh, Elena, you don't have to explain to me! You really don't, I'm just glad you're okay.. You are okay aren't you?
- Could be better, but I'm managing. Bonnie? Can I come over for a while, I'd like to talk, I need to talk to someone.
I was trying not to cry but somehow the sobs escaped to my voice.
- Of course you can come over. I expect you in an hour and pack your clothes because you're staying the night.
That was typically Bonnie. When she noticed someone needed to be comforted she stepped in and took care of everything, I loved her for it.
- Thanks, Bonnie, I'll be there.
With that, I broke connection.
I grabbed my diary and flipped to a blank page.
Dear diary,
I haven't written in a while… My head was too full of worries and thoughts and grief and loneliness. You might think that a diary is the perfect place to put those thoughts to rest, but I just couldn't. I could sit with my pen in hand staring at a blank page but I couldn't put anything to paper. But now I can.
Actually I'm sick and tired of moping around all the time, it's been like that for years now. Five years to be exact, those nightmares ruined everything.
But I'm done.
Those worries and thoughts won't go away if I don't talk about it. You might suggest a psychologist but I won't go that far, yet. I'll start with talking to Bonnie, she has a way of putting everything in the right perspective and I'm sure she'll talk me through everything.
I'm going to her in an hour and we'll have a sleepover. I look forward to seeing her again.
Everything will be alright, but I can't just shake this feeling I'm forgetting someone. Someone I should be talking to. But how can I talk to someone I don't know and only met one time, at the accident?
Elena
I've been watching her since the accident, already five years ago now.
I was taking a midnight flight through the woods when I saw the car, already half submerged in the water under Wickery Bridge.
The parents were reaching for her, panic and concern etched on their faces. The girl in the backseat reached for her parents arms and then I saw it. I had such a strong flash of recognition coursing through me, I knew I had to save her. My mind told me it was irrational, but my heart wouldn't listen.
So before the girl could reach her parents I grabbed her under the arms, dragging her to safety. When she was brought to safety I looked at her with concern, my heart winning again. Nothing happened to her, did it?
She stared at me and then slipped into unconsciousness.
I called 911 anonymously, telling them they had to hurry.
I left the girl lying on the floor, and stepped behind a tree myself. When the ambulance came in four paramedics stepped out.
Two paramedics carried the girl into the ambulance while the other two went to search the car. When the ambulance made its way to the hospital I followed it, as a crow.
There was no reason for her to spend the night in the hospital, so her aunt Jenna came to pick her up. The girl, Elena I learned, cried for her parents and Jenna cried with her. Jenna would make a good parent for Elena, I thought, they could comfort each other.
I've been watching her ever since. Watching her grow up, watching her make friends, going to school. She became very popular in school, became very popular with the guys at school. Every time she had a date with one of them I felt a twinge of…. jealousy? Was it even possibly for me to get jealous? I've never been jealous in my whole life.. or existence. But with her, it was different.
But now she only went to school for the sake of going to school. She wasn't herself and I knew she was having nightmares. Nightmares of the accident.
I was pondering… it would help if she would talk. That I knew of human psychology. I knew she should talk to me. Was I ready for it?
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