I didn't see her again until she returned to school. My parents didn't think it was the best idea for me to visit her, considering how traumatized I was at the end of that one visit.
The snow was thickly blanketing the ground, so I had on all this extra clothing when I came into school that day. I remember that well, because when I went into the library that morning, I was already really hot.
I saw her. She was sitting at our normal spot, but she wasn't reading or anything. She was just staring off into space.
I approached her calmly, in spite of how nervous I was. By then, I was sweating buckets.
Even as I sat down at our table, she didn't move. It was almost as if she was a statue, with the only movements being the subtle rise and fall of her chest. Even her eyes didn't blink.
Then, her hand was fluttering up to her lips, touching them lightly. Her eyes blinked, before focusing on me.
"I had a dream about you," she said, though her voice displayed no emotion.
I felt my face grow hotter than it already was.
"I had wings. They were this blue color, and like a butterfly's. After the wreck, I was told that I was supposed to live with you and your parents. When I got to your house, you and your family pinned me down, before ripping off my wings, slowly and painfully."
I started backing away. Her words her slowly distorting, becoming stinging poison. I felt sick.
"And then, you kissed me." I froze, my breath catching in my throat. "So I murdered you."
I turned away from her quickly walking to the door of the library. She started laughing that horrible laugh, continuing to shout those painful words.
"When you were dead, it was great! Your parents liked me better than you! They didn't want to believe you were theirs, in the end, because I was so much better! So guess what they did? They sowed my crumpled wings onto your back! Isn't...that...HILARIOUS?!"
I went home early that day, because I had a fever, and I threw up in the first five minutes of my first class.