Wet Eyes - Callie Catherine Brice (i love reading books .txt) 📗

I could not move. I was frozen. My body was shaking. As they lifted her away I dropped to my knees in amazement. The sirens burst aloud as they took off. I was too scared to move. I was wishing this was all a dream. But it was not, it was clear it wasn’t. The tar was cutting into my knees, the wind was brushing through my hair, and the noise of the gun was still ringing in my ear.
Students were all around me, and we looked at the same spot. I listened to their conversations – rumors of course. It hadn’t even been an hour and rumors had already started. No one would know the truth of why she did it, only me. Only I could understand the reason of this planned scene, I didn’t look away from that one spot, but I could hear the looks on the students’ faces. Some were terrified, some were tired, some sad, and some were worried. They were not worried about the incident that just took place, but they were worried about their History test next period or how they will get home. Most teens do not have a heart, why would they? All teens do is go to school, get themselves into one-week sex scenes, drama, and then of course sleep. Most would say they’re happy with it but some say that’s not how they live.
I am still staring at my main spot. I can feel my hands shaking in anger. No, not anger, disbelief. Yes, that’s right. Disbelief. I could not believe it. This… what just happened. Could I have stopped it? It couldn’t be true. My best friend, the person that helped me find my true self, my soul. My best friend… just killed herself…

I jolt awake, Sweat dripping down my face. My heart is racing as my eyes follow its beat around the room. My hands are curled up into fists. I don’t know why I wake up this way.
I cannot remember anything scary or frightening about my dream. It is actually happy. The dream reminds me of the fun times I had with Charlie.
The dream started in a courtyard. The place was familiar but at first I wasn’t sure where I was. I was alone at a table while eating cut up apples. Even though children were playing all around me, I felt more alone than I was. Then I remembered, I was at my old preschool. I was young - four or five years old. I could hear the children laughing and having fun all around me as I sat there watching.
As I slowly bit off a piece of my apple a teacher and a little girl walked towards me. The girl was crying.
“Ray… this is Charlie. May she sit with you?” I nodded still chewing. She sat on the bench on the other side of the table. I watched her as she wiped the tears from her gloomy face.
“I’ll be right over there with the other teachers.” She pointed to a bench with two others. Charlie nodded, still crying. She was wearing a pink tee shirt and a skirt with flowers on it. Her hair was in pigtails with a pink barrette holding her bangs. She never really wore this kind of outfit once she could dress herself. She didn’t really care what she looked like. She always told me “If I am cozy I am happy.” Every day she would wear shorts and a tee shirt unless it was cold but that rarely happens in Texas.
I am remembering how everyone was always so jealous that Charlie could go to high school without caring about how she looked. Everyone, even the boys wished they could be comfortable at school, but they were too caught up in their own looks. The girls at school especially were jealous because Charlie thought makeup was weird. She tried it once then said to me, “Why would I spend an hour on this when I’m just going to school? It also feels like something is on my face. Like food, gross.”
In the dream, sitting with Charlie was awkward at first. She opened her lunchbox and took out a sandwich cut in four pieces. She wiped her tears and sniffed as she ate. Her tears were wet, sparkling like stars on her face. I’ve never seen anyone cry so beautifully.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, a little embarrassed, so I popped another apple slice into my mouth.
“I miss my daddy.” She said softly.
“It’s okay. You’ll see him after school.” She nodded as I spoke.
“I wanna see him now.” Her lips frowned and her forehead creased as another set of tears built in her eyes.
I wasn’t sure what to say to her at this point, so I searched through my lunch bag for something else to eat. There was a small bag of three cookies. I looked at her, “Want a cookie?” She looked up, still tears on her face, and smiled a bit.
“Sure.” I handed her a cookie and took a bite of mine. I watched as she ate slowly. She looked around, scanning the other kids playing. Her face was clear now; her eyes were solid.
That was when we met. The first day of preschool. We ate lunch together every day and walked place to place together. Sometimes… most times we didn’t talk. Even in high school we went out to eat; we walked to class together, but rarely talked. Yet, she is my best friend, or should I say “was”.
I wish I could see her beautiful face again.
I sit down and get myself comfortable. It is 5 in the morning and I know I won’t be able to sleep again. I contemplate the fact my alarm will go off in two hours. I don’t sleep that night.

It is Saturday night. I lay there in my hammock smelling the Austin air. It is beginning to grow dark but I can still see the outlines of the clouds in the sky. I am thinking about how much homework I am not going to do and how I am going to regret it Monday morning.
I think about whom I can copy from and if I should get coffee before school. While thinking about how much stress this is going to give me I actually decide to do my homework. I uncomfortably roll out of the hammock and head up the stairs to the back door.
I open the door. My dog speeds past me thinking she sneakily escapes; when, really, I let her out. She watches with her ears perked and head tilted as I pick up my backpack from the dining table and head back outside. It was now fully dark so I turn on the backlights that beam down on the yard. It was scary being out there since the light can’t brighten the woods behind my house. I lay the opposite way in my hammock so I can keep an eye on the woods. I would rather not have someone sneak a knife through my throat. The dark was my biggest fear.
I sit here and read the word problems in my math book. I work for about thirty minutes until something interrupts me. The sound coming from above me. I swiftly look up, nothing was there.
As I work for a few more minutes my mother open the back door to let my dog into the house. Now I was alone outside in the dark doing my homework on a Saturday night. Why was I even out here? It reminds me of the movies where two teens go into a creepy house and really don’t want to. They are both scared and the girl always cries, but she is so attached to her boyfriend that she goes in anyway. Well, if they don’t want to be in there, why are they? If they don’t want to die, why did they even get close to the house that has a huge ‘do not enter’ sign in front of it?
Anyway, I was afraid of the dark. So why am I out here? I hear a creepy noise and yet I still lay here.
I hear it again. It sounds far, not too far, but far. The interruption comes from the woods this time. I close my book, hold my cell phone tight and watch the trees. Nothing happens.
I decide to work on my English homework, so I stand up and kneel down on the itchy grass to go through my bag. I pull out my blue folder, stand up and flip through all the papers.
I froze. My fingers are between the cold paper and my left hand holds the folder. I stare at the cloudy paper. The noise was back. I don’t want to look. I close the folder barely moving, slowly kneeling down once again, slide the folder back in, zip my bag, swing it over my shoulder, and head for the house.
My foot is on the first step when I hear the noise again. I turn around swiftly. Nothing. I look closely. My eyes see something, they narrow in. Finally, my pupils touch a light. It was moving. The light is white and glowing.
“Hello?” I call my voice shuttering. I take a step back. My eyes still on the floating object.
I don’t know what to do. Should I wait? Should I walk towards it? Should I go? What should I do?
It was getting bigger, closer maybe. I decide to wait. I was shaking. Is this a dream?
I wait.
And wait.
Three minutes pass.
Four minutes.
I was now sitting on the step with my face in my hands. My feet are on my bag. I am still watching. Then something really strange happens. My eyes don’t want to believe it, but it was there.
A stark white body is glowing in the moonlight. Its eyes as dark as ink. The snout is pale pink and shinny.
The wolf sat next to the floating object. I am drawn to it. My eyes can’t leave the wolf. Her beautiful body is so silk, so smooth. The ears stick up as if a mouse is miles away and she is listening to it run.
I stand up and walk towards it. I want to stop, but I don’t, I can’t. I am five feet away when I finally stop. I am amazed. The floating ball of light is still bopping around and the wolf is in the same place.
I take one more step. They both look at me with their beauty.
“Ray?” I hear someone call my name. It is soft, a women’s voice. I turn around to see if it is my mother. No one is behind me. I look forward; surprised they are still here looking at me.
“Ray?”
I walk forward. The glowing light bounced, it is coming towards me. I hold my hand out to let it rest, but the wolf growled, obviously not liking the fact that I want to touch it. I put my hand back down, watching.
“Ra-ay?” The light going back to its original spot. I watched the wolf stand up and shake its self off. It turns around and leaps into thin air. The light fallows.
“WAIT!” I reached for Charlie’s soul, but it is gone. They are both Gone.