40 Steps to Fate (25 Steps-OMG!)

25 Steps

School was cancelled off right there.

The school board had a meeting, and everything. I bet 50 dollars they were figuring out this thing as if it were a real murder case. I met up with Matt to head to Megan’s house, to give his mom and dad some true comfort. As soon as we got there, we felt like crying like little babies.

“We had a fight last night,” his mom whispered, sobbing uncontrollably. “Nothing was as I expected,” she whispered. “She was arguing over you, Stephen, saying that someday, you would grow to love her, but I told her to move on…and,” she sobbed even more, and we left with two presents. I left some chocolates; Matt, a 20 dollar Visa Gift Card.

“Aw man, nothing should’ve happened the way it should’ve, bro.” Matt whispered. I was speechless. Life left me something, a gift or poison, I had no idea. What had Megan done to deserve that? I remembered her hurt look, and how she pushed past me.

The last time I ever saw her alive.

I regretted so much in life, but none more than this. Why had Megan given me that as her last? Couldn’t it have been…something more suiting? Not a look of hurt. She haunted me all day, especially as we visited her friends. It never seemed very good for your heart when you realized just how crazed the world was. Not Megan, of all people. She was the girl I used to love, and my best friend before that…now nothing made any sense. I had to think of something though.

Was it Jamie? 

I immediately regretted it, I felt as if I had betrayed my own girlfriend…what type of man was I? I shrugged off all my mixed thoughts at that moment, and just simply kept moving.

Annie, one of Megan’s friends, was crying in my shoulder. I didn’t bother shrugging her off, especially since I felt part of that pain.

Too much had happened for me to even attempt to change everything...the one who I used to think was the love of my life...dead.

It was just too much for me, and I couldn't help it anymore.

Slowly, I hugged Annie back, and I began to sob.

 

Talk in the school was getting cheap.

There was gossip over if I felt anything over the death of Megan. There was too much that was happening. I didn't even want to try to think about it.

Megan dead.

Me questioned.

Even a news reporter had interviewed me, asking how I felt over what all of this. Trying to act like a person, I simply said, "It's pretty painful, especially for her friends. I'll admit there's a part of me that also feels a little hurt, but you know, everything comes and goes."