My throat felt raw from crying so much, my eyes were sore and red from rubbing them and wiping away my tears. I laid in the dark, cuddling my pillow that once belonged to the love of my life. It smelled of his Calvin Klein cologne, I could feel the ears burn the rims of my eyes. I felt numb all over, but, my heart was aching from grief and anger. I was angry because I knew I would never see him again and I was more angry about how quickly he was taken from me.
I closed my eyes and his face flashed in my mind.
“Wes” I muttered, barely audible for even myself to hear. His bright, chocolate brown eyes shimmered, making my heart ache. Fresh tears began to stain my pale cheeks. I missed him so much. I missed his laugh, the way it boomed and alarmed me at times, his bright smile, and the way he held me close whenever I felt down. I inhaled his scent one more time, it made my head spin and my heart began to flutter. As I laid there, alone, in the dark room, I began to reminisce about about the good times Wesley and I had. I began to hear his loud voice booming in my head.
“C’mon, Araceli! Catch up!” Wesley yelled as he ran ahead of me, I shook my head and chuckled at his childish antics. Wes stopped in his tracks and turned to face me. He marched over to me, leaving footprints in the golden sand, I grinned at him slightly once he reached me. He dropped his surfboard on the sand, making the large object make a loud thud. He gave me a devilish grin and in one swift motion, he threw me over his broad shoulders. I yelped which made him laugh a bit.
“Wesley! Put me down right now!” I said, trying to sound intimidating.
Wes chuckled and responded; “No can do, babe.”
He began moving his feet, walking to an unknown destination. “Wesley” I whined dragging the ‘y’, “what are you doing?”
“You’ll see” he replied. I could practically hear the smirk forming on his face. I sighed loudly, hopefully loud enough for Wes to hint I was becoming restless. He chuckled softly at my aggravation, before I could say anything, I felt my body being thrown into the bright blue sea that belonged to the beach. Salt water began to fill my mouth and nose.
I floated back to the top, jumping up as though something bit me. I removed the damp hair that covered my small face, I looked up at Wes, his face a light shade of red from laughing. I groaned at him, my cheeks burning from anger, I began to feel heavy from my wet clothes. Wes looked at me, obviously feeling guilty. He walked over to me, tightly gripping my tiny waist.
Before I could scold him for his previous actions, his lips crashed into mine. I was taken aback a bit, but, eventually, I gave in and kissed him back. Our lips moved in sync, clearing my head and making me forget why I was even upset to begin with. I pulled away slowly, opening my eyes, as I did this I was horrified to see the person presented upon me. Wesley’s face was covered in blood, scratched began to form on his perfect face. I screamed in horror, backing away from him.
“Araceli.” his voice sounded hoarse, nothing like him. He continued screaming my name, then all went black…
“Araceli! Araceli! Wake up!” I heard a familiar voice call out to me while shaking me out of nightmare. I opened my eyes to see a very worried Keaton, Wesley’s younger brother, staring down at me. I continued to lay there, barely moving. I touched my cheeks, soaked from my tears. Keaton continued to look down at me and then he embraced me tightly. “ I miss him so much” I cried into his shoulder, Keaton nodded and rubbed my back,
“We all do. But, we need to stay strong, for him at least.” I gripped his shirt tightly, pounding my fist into his chest. “But, how?” I murmured into his shoulder.
“We’ll find a way.” He whispered into my ear. His words lingered in the air, “We’ll find a way” I whispered to myself.
Keaton continued holding me, never loosening his tight grip. “You know, you don’t have to go through this alone.”
I sighed, “I know, Keats.” I wiggled out of his grip and looked in his bright grayish-blue eyes.
“Everything will be okay, Araceli.”
“Will it, Keaton?” I could feel the tears begin to flood my eyes and the lump rising in my throat.
“I feel so lost without him. I can’t eat or sleep, he was my world, my everything!” I could hear my voice raising. “I can’t function without him, I lost my best friend, Keats. And you know what hurts the most?!” Keaton just looked at me with uncertainty in his eyes. “I didn’t even get to say ‘goodbye.’”
The tears were already flowing as my body began to shake like an earthquake. I could feel Keaton’s hand on my clothed shoulder, lightly patting it.
“It’s my fault he’s dead!” I yelled through my cries.
“No, it’s not. Don’t blame yourself for this tragedy.” Keaton said, his voice stern.
“Yes, it is, Keaton! It was my fault we got into an argument, my fault he got into his car and drove away, my fault that he got into the accident!” I was now yelling.
Keaton let out a loud deep breath, he turned his curly head and stared at the cold, wooden ground.
“Araceli” he muffled. I looked at the side of his face, as I continued to stare, I began to realize how much he looked like Wes.
“You aren’t responsible for his death. You weren’t in the car that killed him. You didn’t plan for it to happen.” he said breaking through my thoughts. He looked up and looked me in the eyes. As he opens his mouth. As he opens his mouth to say something, a loud alarm blared throughout the room. The sound bouncing off walls. Keaton looked at his phone for a quick second before answering.
“Hey Drew, what’s up?” Keaton said answering.
I heard a low muffle coming from the phone, as Drew answered Keaton’s question.
After five minutes of Keaton and Drew talking on the phone, Keaton stood up from the bed and faced towards me. “I have to go meet up with Drew and Breezy to arrange Wes’ funeral. I will text you later to check up on you.” Keaton said, bending over and kissing my cheek. I smiled softly and watched him walk out of my bedroom.
Once I heard the front door close, I got up and walked into my bathroom. I looked into the mirror, staring at the unrecognizable reflection. My eyes were puffy and my face was beet red. As I continued to stare into the mirror, I couldn’t take the sight that was presented before me. The next thing I knew, my fist made contact with the glass mirror, the glass shattered around me, causing my fist to cry blood.
I fell to the ground, crying my eyes out. I looked to my right and noticed a bottle of pills lying on the gradient ground. I grabbed the bottle and quickly opened it, pouring out the contents inside of it. I looked down at my hand, filled with pills, in one swift motion, I gulped down the entire bottle of pills. I felt myself getting light headed, I lied on the cold floor, getting into the fetal position. I closed my eyes and whispered, “I’m coming, baby” and then it all went black.
**it sucks, i know this was actually my creative writing final exam that i wrote**