"I'm sorry!" I scream loud as tears stream vastly down my cheeks.
"You killed me. I would be alive right now if it wasn't for you. It's all your fault." She tells me slowly stepping towards me. I try to step back, but my feet meet the edge of a cliff. I gasp and try to catch my balance before I fall.
"I'm sorry! I- I looked away for one second and-" She cuts me off by screaming.
"You're not sorry! It's your fault! You're not sorry!" I begin to hyperventilate. "Now guess what?" She asks calmly and smiling crookedly at me.
I don't answer. She just tells me.
"It's your turn."
"W-What?" I ask, but instead of answering, she shoves me off the edge of the cliff and my screams fill the air.
I shoot up straight in my bed, drenched in my own sweat. I can't seem to slow my breaths, or the tears that drip off of my chin and onto my baggy shirt.
The nightmares.. They never stop. Ever since the accident, I've gotten nightmares. They aren't as often anymore though. I used to get them every single night, but it's been two years, so now they just revisit about three times a week.
They are never what actually happened though. I usually just see Jordyn and she's always yelling at me. Telling me I killed her, and then they end with me dying.
I know it was my fault, and I can never forgive myself for it, but it was an accident. A horrible accident that I will never forget.
After wiping up my tears, I head for the bathroom. It's across from my bedroom in the hallway. I don't even look at the time. I can tell by the sun peeking through my curtains that it's about 6:00 in the morning. I'm going to be early on my first day of school, but I don't care. It's my first day at this school anyway, so it's good to be early.
After the accident I shut down. I lost my best friend and it's my fault. The only one who knows the whole story is the police, my mother, and Jordyn. But she's gone now. I quit going to school, and I quit talking. My eyes, they lost their happy, full color, and my laugh has rarely been heard since.
That's why we moved.
I've been here for a year now, but I haven't been to school. I'm finishing my last year of high school now. I'm going to be a year older than most people, but I don't care. I just want to get this year over with. I just need to pass.
I undress as the water heats up. Once I am left in just my undergarments, I look into the mirror. The scar on my side is as visible as ever and I can't help but run my fingers across it. I cringe as the memory seeps back into my mind. The pink, jagged skin reminds me every time I see it or feel it.
The mirror begins to fog and I start to lose the sight of myself in it.
I undress completely and step into the hot water. It glides down my body and I let my hands fall to my sides. I know I have to hurry so my mom can get hot water, so I don't stand long. I massage my scalp with my hands as I rub the shampoo into my long, dark brown hair. It tickles my middle of my back and I then rinse the bubbles out.
After washing my body and conditioning my hair, I step out of the warm water. My mom's probably awake by now. I dry my body with the soft, maroon towel, and then wrap it around me. Every time the hideous scar is touched, I can't help but cringe. It's a reminder of the taunting memory in the back of my dark mind.
I hear a soft tap on the door, interrupting my thoughts.
"Britney?" My mothers voice asks.
"yes?" I retort.
"I made breakfast for your first day. It's on the counter when you're ready." She tells me and I can sense the nervousness in her soft voice.
She's been there for me since the accident. Always telling me it's not my fault, telling me she loves me and how sorry she is for the loss of my best friend. We were best friends since preschool.
"Alright, thank you. I'll be out in a minute, so you can use the shower." I tell her.
"Okay. Take your time. I want you to be relaxed and refreshed on your first day back at school." Her sweet voice rings. I sigh.
"Alright mom." I respond with a low voice. She doesn't answer so I assume she left to get ready for work. Her work schedule is crazy. She's barely ever home. She works from night to morning, but she got today off so she could help me get ready for school.
I brush my hair then exit the bathroom. My feet shuffle back to my room and I pick out an outfit.
I put on my undergarments and then black leggings are placed on my hips. I look in the mirror and they hug the bottom half of my body perfectly. With that, I wear a red and black, plaid shirt and the sleeves are rolled up to the bottom of my elbows.
This is the first time I have dressed up since Jordyns funeral. I just haven't felt the need to.
I let my hair dry naturally like I always do, so the dark brown hair has waves to it. I then put on the necklace I wear everyday. It's a charm with the letter B on it. Jordyn got it for me for my 13th birthday and a day hasn't gone by that I haven't worn it.
I shake her from my thoughts and put my converse on. Pancakes fills my senses as I remember my mom left me breakfast. I drag myself downstairs and sit at the stool. pancakes and toast sit on a plate in front of me and my mom is sitting on the couch in the living room watching the news in her pajamas.
"You're welcome hun." She answers and I can tell she smiled. I quickly eat what's on my plate and head for the front door, holding my phone and keys in my hand. I place them in my cotton designed shoulder bag and then carry the bag over my shoulder.
"Bye mom, love you." I wave to her and then leave.
I get in my small truck and begin the drive to my new school.
Hey guys! I hope you like the first chapter! I'm going to try and update tomorrow, but I have school testing. Just so you know, the main characters name is Britney. Her actress is Lily Collins from Abduction and Mortal Instruments, if you want to look her up.
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