Brianne's POV-
I checked all the floors but it was evident that Kat is not here. I bet she went missing just to harbor more sympathy for herself. I sort of pity her now, she was not at all a good person agreed but she received a hard blow right?, so am just cutting her some slack for once. And I tell myself- am going to wait here for maybe an hour or so, lets hope she comes back in one piece.
As I made my way back to the living room to find somewhere to sit I realize that the place is really smashed- like the hurricane Kat struck in here and destroyed everything with its wrath. Failing to find any decent spot i made my way up to Maria's room. That is the only place which would be Kat-free not because she was so gracious to litter the entire house but to leave her twin's room but because Mr. and Mrs. Pierce gave the only remaining key of her room to me. Kat may be the biological 'Twin' of Ri but that's where their relationship ends. I was closest to Maria for I was her only friend. She was not a loner or invisible girl, It was just a Kathy-thing. She would pick her everyday and make her life miserable just to feel good about herself.
True Kat was a low life but I never understood how it happened. The sisters were like the devil and the angel kin concept brought to life. Digging into my wallet for the key to Ri's room I can't push back the feeling of opening the door and hoping to watch her sitting by her window and looking at the vast expense of woods by it.
Its been 5 years, but never in all this time I've felt that Ri is gone. Its like she is here, watching us- looking after us, like she always used to do. She would care for us and fuss over little things like a mother would do to her children, she would have our back in the bleakest times like the most faithful friend and she would love people with all her heart and soul.
Walking into the known warmth of her room, I just realized how much I miss her and maybe the simplest act of talking to her. But the memories are good. Really good. They make me a better person each day, just like she would have liked.
I make my way through her room and sat on the edge of her bed and make a mental note to come back later to clean it, its getting quite dusty here. Brushing my fingers along the wood carvings of her desk I fall in the reminiscence of old days once again. Don't get me wrong, I am not obsessed with my best friend, but it more like when your family is taken away from you just in a blink of an eye. Life becomes hard to live. And though times gives strength to move on and get up everyday to face life somewhere in your heart you know that a certain important person is no more. You can't go back and embrace them, cry on their shoulder or share smiles with them. It shows you, life is cruel, not always the fair one. But you can't stop living right? and that's when you realize that you've got only two options- bury the person in your memory or keep them alive in your thoughts.
I chose the later. She still lives with me, sometimes I feel that it was only I who did justice to her life, everyone else just conveniently forgot her. Her parents stopped visiting her grave after 6 months of her death. Kat never liked her and made sure no one else did. Kevin was a douche since he hit puberty and popularity. I don't cry for Ri not being here, its perhaps for good and she is indeed in a better place with love. I just miss her.
My vision flicked towards her table top and there is that infamous newspaper clipping detailing the car which fell off the bridge and the girl- driver who drowned to her death. The brakes failed they claimed and sorrow was expressed for an unfortunate loss of life. What no body knew was that was the day Ri was happy and really meant it. She had said she wanted to tell everybody something and it was really important. I asked to tell me everything straight away but she was tight lipped. All she ever said was- It was time to do something, something no one ever came to know, something that died with her 5 years ago.
I chose the later. She still lives with me, sometimes I feel that it was only I who did justice to her life, everyone else just conveniently forgot her. Her parents stopped visiting her grave after 6 months of her death. Kat never liked her and made sure no one else did. Kevin was a douche since he hit puberty and popularity. I don't cry for Ri not being here, its perhaps for good and she is indeed in a better place with love. I just miss her.
My vision flicked towards her table top and there is that infamous newspaper clipping detailing the car which fell off the bridge and the girl- driver who drowned to her death. The brakes failed they claimed and sorrow was expressed for an unfortunate loss of life. What no body knew was that was the day Ri was happy and really meant it. She had said she wanted to tell everybody something and it was really important. I asked to tell me everything straight away but she was tight lipped. All she ever said was- It was time to do something, something no one ever came to know, something that died with her 5 years ago.
I blinked back my tears and and walked till her window. I've been in this room many times after her death- sometimes with the hope that whatever she wanted to tell her was here and I'll know what it was that made her happy the very last time. But every time, all I got was- nothing. Goddamn you Ri couldn't you leave a clue at least?
I turned back to face the room and that's when I heard a load crash followed by moaning. Okay that spooked me a little. How can it not? I called beck to ensure- "who is that ? is that you Kat are you back?" but I got nothing. I hope nobody broke into the house. I made my way back downstairs and decided to calll Kevin on my way. Its his mess after all. And I think its best that he deals with it, specially after his epiphany today.
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