Living In The Shadows

This started as I was sitting in my room, looking out of the window. It was approximately 4:00 AM at the time. I started wondering to myself. Why had I done this? Why did I do this to my one and only sister like friend? Why? Just why? I needed answers, and I needed them now!!!! I still remember standing outside the gate of the nearest graveyard. Watching my friend fade away from my memory and had left everyone else asking questions. It was the worst experience, maybe even worse than death. This question had left me alone and I started living in the shadows. I was really depressed and I started talking less and less each day. It was when Julie and I were walking near the beach, really worried about our final exams the next day of school. Then I realized that I had left my phone in car. I told her to wait there while hurried to get my phone. She said okay and sat down on a bench alongside the sandy beach. I got to my car and got my phone, and I saw that Julie had called me 7 times. I got really scared and ran back to the beach to ask her what happened. But she wasn't there!!!!!!! I then heard a scream. I got really worried and went back to my car, I drove to the nearest police station and told them what happened. They agreed to help me. I was sitting in my backyard, when I saw a guy carrying a body shaped bag. I told the police and they let me go with them after I told how much I cared about Julie. I got in my car and we followed the man. We soon lost him, but still continued searching. The police officer told me to go home, they were searching, but it was getting late and I should be getting back. I didn't listen, and went the other way. Luckily, I found that man. I saw him and got scared, he was entering a graveyard. I saw him open the bag. It was Julie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I started crying but kept quiet. I saw my best friend go away, I saw her go away and now she was lost to me forever. I saw her disappear, but there was nothing I could do. I was too scared to talk about that killing trauma. Why had I not spoken up? My words could have made a difference. A big difference. It was now 6 years since that happened. I still lived in same city though, just alone, only me and Karen, my roommate. I was still sad and blamed myself for everything. Karen knew just how disappointed I was. I decided that I am going to leave this city, and start a new life. Karen said she would accompany me, I agreed. 

We were still driving, looking for a perfect place. Then I bursted into tears, when I heard the name Julie on the radio. But we had found our path.

"Stop, look at this", she tapped me and tried to make me stop crying.

"What", I said still sniffling and trying to stop.

"Look" , I looked up as she was pointing at a beautiful city. "We found our path", she said.