Seven Words
Chapter Six
***NEXT WEEK***
Harry’s POV
When it was time for Kirsten to come up, she was replaced with this girl. This girl had black hair, black clothes, and a tattoo on her arm, all not leading to Kirsten.
“Um, who are you?” Louis asked the girl.
“Kirsten.”
She said with absolutely no emotion. Not anger, like usual.
“Are you sure?” He asked again, the girl finally looked up. Even though, she looked different, that was defiantly Kirsten. Same… face. Her usual brown, cheery eyes that got lost in her anger, were gone. They were brown, yes. But they showed no emotion, she had bags under them too. And tears stains evident on her face.
“What happened?” I asked.
“If I tell you, can I also tell my best friends?” She asked me.
I could just barely see the tears that haunted her every word. I nodded. Apparently, the boys did to because she said,
“Ashh, Brad.” She waved them beside her, at the edge of the stage. When the two boys showed onstage, she looked at them, like she was trying to say sorry with her eyes.
“Last week, my best friend Aaron, asked me to come over. So I drove to Edmonds to see him, even though I had just seen him not a day before. When, I came over, no one answered the door. Which is like, a foreign concept for Aaron. I began searching the house when no one came to my call. I stumbled across the bathroom, and his little brother, Jessie,” She loudly gulped, taking deep breaths, the tears now pouring off her face.
“H-h-his life was ripped from his own hands. The noose killed him. He told me, in a note, to check out Aaron’s room. I walked in there, only seeing Aaron face down in the pillow. I thought he was sleeping.” She looked over at the boys onstage, who seemed to be fighting tears themselves.
“Guys, he drank till he died.”
The light brown haired one, who was obviously sad, hugged her, while the other just sat there, not even blinking.
“Ashh?” The one who could blink asked.
“Yeah?” He asked, whipping his head so fast it even scared me.
“Let’s go.” The one who I think was ‘Brad’ said, taking Ashh’s hand. Gay, oh. They walked offstage, and just… left. Kirsten was alone onstage.
“Krista Chellen, if you’re out there, I do not hope you rot in hell, I hope you feel the guilt of Aaron’s death for the rest of your worthless life!” She screamed. Krista?
“Krista Chellen?” I asked.
She started to sing, “She burned him out, like the burning end of a midnight cigarette, she broke his heart, and he spent his whole life trying to forget, we watched him drink his pain away a little at a time,” She sang, tears cascading off her face, almost ruining her voice, she stumbled around, like she couldn’t see,
“But he never could get drunk enough, to get her off his mind, until the night.” She sang she instantly stopped there,
“I- I just- can’t. I’m sorry,” She went to go offstage, but she didn’t make it, her legs wobbling like she couldn’t hold her own weight, falling over once she turned around.
I was the first onstage to check if she was okay. She blacked out, I watched as the boys carried her out of them room for the paramedics to check on her. Why didn’t Krista ever tell me about Aaron? Wait,
***FLASHBACK***
“So anyone after my Krista?” I asked, after arriving at my best friend’s house.
“Yes, actually.” She said.
“Ooooooooh!” I said, like a teenage girl,
“Details.” I demanded.
“His name is Aaron, he’s really nice, but he doesn’t want me, like, that. So, wellllllll I guess there’s two guys. Aaron, and Jessie.” She said. I was happy for her but at the same time, I’ve seen guys get hurt by her, they fall hard. Or harder.
***FLASHBACK OVER***
So, Krista, shit. Aaron and Jessie were brothers. Aaron saw them together, couldn’t take it, killed himself, which cause Jessie to feel the guilt, and kill HIMself.
My best friend, Krista, caused two suicides and three lives ruined? Wow. I would be mad at her too. I ran out, hoping to see, there she is. Up and walking.
“Are you okay?” I asked her.
“What does it matter to you?” She asked coldly.
“Can I talk to you?” I asked.
“No.” She said, but I grabbed her arm and walked away from the crowd anyways.
“What the hell! I said ‘No’ dumbass!” She yelled at me.
“Kirsten, look, I didn’t mean to be so rude to you the other day. I mean, I know that wasn’t the way to treat you even if I was having a rough day. I really like you Kirsten, I do.” I spilled out. The words jumbled out of my mouth like a jigsaw puzzle.
“Wow, okay. Um, yeah.” She said, walking away. She walked away? What the hell, bro? I knew she hated me, but that much? Dammit.
Harry’s POV
When it was time for Kirsten to come up, she was replaced with this girl. This girl had black hair, black clothes, and a tattoo on her arm, all not leading to Kirsten.
“Um, who are you?” Louis asked the girl.
“Kirsten.”
She said with absolutely no emotion. Not anger, like usual.
“Are you sure?” He asked again, the girl finally looked up. Even though, she looked different, that was defiantly Kirsten. Same… face. Her usual brown, cheery eyes that got lost in her anger, were gone. They were brown, yes. But they showed no emotion, she had bags under them too. And tears stains evident on her face.
“What happened?” I asked.
“If I tell you, can I also tell my best friends?” She asked me.
I could just barely see the tears that haunted her every word. I nodded. Apparently, the boys did to because she said,
“Ashh, Brad.” She waved them beside her, at the edge of the stage. When the two boys showed onstage, she looked at them, like she was trying to say sorry with her eyes.
“Last week, my best friend Aaron, asked me to come over. So I drove to Edmonds to see him, even though I had just seen him not a day before. When, I came over, no one answered the door. Which is like, a foreign concept for Aaron. I began searching the house when no one came to my call. I stumbled across the bathroom, and his little brother, Jessie,” She loudly gulped, taking deep breaths, the tears now pouring off her face.
“H-h-his life was ripped from his own hands. The noose killed him. He told me, in a note, to check out Aaron’s room. I walked in there, only seeing Aaron face down in the pillow. I thought he was sleeping.” She looked over at the boys onstage, who seemed to be fighting tears themselves.
“Guys, he drank till he died.”
The light brown haired one, who was obviously sad, hugged her, while the other just sat there, not even blinking.
“Ashh?” The one who could blink asked.
“Yeah?” He asked, whipping his head so fast it even scared me.
“Let’s go.” The one who I think was ‘Brad’ said, taking Ashh’s hand. Gay, oh. They walked offstage, and just… left. Kirsten was alone onstage.
“Krista Chellen, if you’re out there, I do not hope you rot in hell, I hope you feel the guilt of Aaron’s death for the rest of your worthless life!” She screamed. Krista?
“Krista Chellen?” I asked.
She started to sing, “She burned him out, like the burning end of a midnight cigarette, she broke his heart, and he spent his whole life trying to forget, we watched him drink his pain away a little at a time,” She sang, tears cascading off her face, almost ruining her voice, she stumbled around, like she couldn’t see,
“But he never could get drunk enough, to get her off his mind, until the night.” She sang she instantly stopped there,
“I- I just- can’t. I’m sorry,” She went to go offstage, but she didn’t make it, her legs wobbling like she couldn’t hold her own weight, falling over once she turned around.
I was the first onstage to check if she was okay. She blacked out, I watched as the boys carried her out of them room for the paramedics to check on her. Why didn’t Krista ever tell me about Aaron? Wait,
***FLASHBACK***
“So anyone after my Krista?” I asked, after arriving at my best friend’s house.
“Yes, actually.” She said.
“Ooooooooh!” I said, like a teenage girl,
“Details.” I demanded.
“His name is Aaron, he’s really nice, but he doesn’t want me, like, that. So, wellllllll I guess there’s two guys. Aaron, and Jessie.” She said. I was happy for her but at the same time, I’ve seen guys get hurt by her, they fall hard. Or harder.
***FLASHBACK OVER***
So, Krista, shit. Aaron and Jessie were brothers. Aaron saw them together, couldn’t take it, killed himself, which cause Jessie to feel the guilt, and kill HIMself.
My best friend, Krista, caused two suicides and three lives ruined? Wow. I would be mad at her too. I ran out, hoping to see, there she is. Up and walking.
“Are you okay?” I asked her.
“What does it matter to you?” She asked coldly.
“Can I talk to you?” I asked.
“No.” She said, but I grabbed her arm and walked away from the crowd anyways.
“What the hell! I said ‘No’ dumbass!” She yelled at me.
“Kirsten, look, I didn’t mean to be so rude to you the other day. I mean, I know that wasn’t the way to treat you even if I was having a rough day. I really like you Kirsten, I do.” I spilled out. The words jumbled out of my mouth like a jigsaw puzzle.
“Wow, okay. Um, yeah.” She said, walking away. She walked away? What the hell, bro? I knew she hated me, but that much? Dammit.
Hah
8/16/13