Alone

Finally finished. :)

School. How could I survive this? I could hardly handle it when Zach was here. How could I do this without him. How could I face these people. How could I stand another day without my best friend by my side. It had all been to much. My father had tried to kill me. Zach had come just in time. He'd tried to stop my father but he was too angry, too strong. All Zach could do was hit him with the bat that lay at my father's side. He hadn't meant to kill him. He'd only meant to stop him from hurting me. 

I'd freaked out. Zach checked for a pulse but their wasn't one. We waited until dark but my father never woke. Zach brought a large black trash bag over to me and I helped him put my father inside. I cried the whole time. Zach stayed strong for me. We pulled my father through the backyard and into the woods. Zach dug a hole and we put my father in it. I couldn't believe this was happening. This wasn't real. But it was. Too real. Now Zach was gone. I was alone. I was afraid. I couldn't survive a day of school alone, but I had too. I had to go. I couldn't waste away in this empty house. I wanted to, but I couldn't. I had to start to be strong. 

I packed my bag with my school supplies and slipped Zach's jacket on. The smell wafted into my nostrils and a knot formed in my throat. I already missed him. I couldn't help but wonder if he was okay. Was he still alive? I had to stop myself. School would be torture enough. As I left the house my eyes were drawn to the spot where I'd last seen him. My hair danced in the wind and the birds chirped happily, but my stomach didn't react with such delight. Blood stained the grass. Not enough to be noticed from the street, but enough that I couldn't help but think he was dead. My heart beat sped up but I kept walking. I tried to let the sight slip from my memory, but I knew it would be there forever. The moment he was shot played over and over in my mind. I watched his body drop lifeless to the ground. I watched the men drag him away from me. I watched them drive off and leave me cold and alone. A tear slipped from my eye and down my cheek. I hugged Zach's jacket tighter. 

It felt as if the day would never end. When it finally did I tried hard not to think about Zach. He would be alright. He was a fighter. Weeks went by in the same way. I tried hard not to think about Zach being gone. I liked to pretend he was safe and living it up in California. I read his letter every night before I went to sleep. I never took the ring off. At the end of the month I was restless. It began to become real that he wasn't coming back. All I thought about was him. All I dreamed was him. I wasn't going to be able to go on without him.

A month after his kidnapping I was sitting in math class. Still no one had taken notice of his disappearance. It was like he'd never existed. People were laughing and talking to other kids in the class. One girl near me was watching videos on her computer. She was cooing over some new rockstar. Girls began to gather around her desk and talk about how gorgeous this new star was. "His voice makes my heart melt!" Shouted one girl with a whiny voice. "His face is beautiful!" Another girl squealed. "That body!" The girl with the computer cried. I tried to ignore them, thoughts of Zach still burning in my mind. "Here's an interview!" The computer girl called. She turned the computer on full blast so the class could here him.

"What do you think about your rapid rise to stardom?" The interviewer asked in a high pitched voice. 

"I think it just goes to show that anyone can become famous if they are good enough." The boy said in a smooth voice. I got goosebumps. 

"Right. So, what's it like to be famous? It has to feel different right?" She asked in a flirtatious voice. 

"Of course. It's great. People cater to your every need. Girls follow you around everywhere. I have everything I've ever wanted. It's better than I imagined." The boy said and I stood from my desk. 

"What is his name?" I asked over the interviewer's next question.

The girl at the computer turned to look at me. She gave me a weird look and surprisingly answered my question. "His name is Stark Everett."

That's not what I wanted to hear. "Thanks." I said as I turned my attention to the screen. The boys face flashed onto the screen. He was smiling. It hit me like a brick. Zach's lips answered the question. He laughed and smiled again. His eyes glowed. He looked healthy. His voice engulfed my whole body. He was okay. He was okay. 

"We all want to know what your life was like before becoming famous. Who were your friends, where did you grow up, those kinds of things." The interviewer said with a smile. 

Zach's expression changed. "Umm... I grew up here in California. I had a couple of guys friends, nothing long lasting. Just the normal teenage boy life." My heart fell. Was I no longer a part of his past? Maybe he just couldn't remember me. My heart beat sped up quickly as I started to panic. What was I going to do without him. He seemed to forget about me. I could never forget about him. The world went blurry as I fell to the ground. 

Reviews

[FumiTuki]

I know this isn't finished, but a bit more in each chapter, between events, would fill out the story nicely and add more depth to everything that's happening. Especially the storyline regarding the abusive father, though I really liked the subtle mentioning of it during the conversation in the first chapter. Also, it seems kind of odd for the narrator to be so alone in all of this when something would certainly happen with police and outside people. But other than that, the writing is great so far! I do really enjoy this story and would love to read more. :)