I can’t stop crying while explaining everything to my family but they are only giving me their disappointed faces. They don’t look like they believe in anything that I say.
“It’s not me! It’s Shaira!” I repeated but no one is listening anymore.
“You are a murderer. You don’t deserve this family.” A familiar voice took my attention. She is standing at the door behind my family.
“Shaira,” I uttered her name and pointed to her. “How can you be here? You are the real murderer!” I shouted in anger. “Not me!”
My family looked at the door but it seems like they can’t see her. It only made my mom cry harder while my brother was hugging her. Shaira’s smirking face is very irritating and I want to pull her hair off her head leaving her bald.
“Kayleen, listen.” My dad went near me trying to hold on to my arms. I just let him do so while I’m staring at him. “You need a doctor,” he whispered.
“Why?” I asked with my heart shattered to pieces. “Can’t you see her? She is here. Right at the door.”
My eyes can’t help but look at Shaira at every second and then look at my family. Dad is still giving me a look that’s convincing me to go to the doctor.
“I’m not sick,” I said and pulled my arms off him to run out of the house. Their voices were loud, calling me to come back but then I covered my ears. I’m still crying hard while running to nowhere. The road looks wide and empty. The sun is brightly shining while I’m depressed as the storm. The weather is contradicting my feelings.
After running and getting all worn out, my knees gave up on me as I fell to the ground. My sweat is dripping down my chin, some crawling down my neck and my shirt is a bit soaked. Some strands of my hair are like pasted on my neck and face.
I suddenly realized I’m wearing the same outfit as Shaira. I’m also wearing a hoodie, the same color of shirt and jeans. The darkness with the moon took over the day making me realize, I’m sitting there for almost the whole day. I look like some homeless woman on the side of the street waiting for someone to drop me a penny.
My eyes are swollen after crying so much but I still feel horribly depressed. I still can’t believe what’s going on.
“Kayleen!” That was mom’s voice.
Before I could go somewhere else, a pair of strong hands grabbed me and pulled me inside the car. After being taken inside, I saw my brother on the driver’s seat with my mom and dad holding me tight. They took me back home and locked me inside my room.
“I told you, I didn’t do it,” Shaira spoke from the corner slowly showing herself from the darkness.
“It’s you,” I corrected her and hugged both of my knees sitting on the top of my bed. She sat on my bed too.
“No. It’s not me,” she said.
I buried my face on my knees trying not to look at her more.
“Why don’t you kill your family too? So they won’t be able to speak about the murder.”
“Shut up!” I burst out exactly on her face but she seemed unaffected at all. How can she be so heartless? Someone knocked at the door and opened it, making me turn my head to check who it was. It’s my parents and they are with someone, a doctor. Shaira is gone again from sight. I roamed my eyes to search for her but I can’t see her. Now I feel like there’s something wrong with me.
My parents left me with the doctor inside the room.
“I heard so much about your best friend, Shaira,” she broke the silence while sitting at the chair with both hands on the top of the small table my parents provided for her. I’m still on my bed sitting at the corner.
“I’m not sick and I saw her kill Carlo,” I said coldly with my eyes all fixed to the floor. I don’t want to lock eyes with her.
“Don’t worry, I believe you,” she said and it convinced me to finally lay my eyes on her.
“Now tell me about her. How did you two became best friends?” Her calm voice is soothing, making me feel comfortable talking to her. It’s making me cry knowing someone believes in me. Her face is saying it all.
“She is the only friend I have. Nobody likes me but she did,” I started telling her the story trying not to burst into tears. “She played with me, laughed with me, helped me at everything. She’s my best friend until we grew up.”
“Have you ever met her parents?” I shake my head to say no.
“Do you know her full name?”
“She is Shaira—“ I started so sure and realized that I’m actually blank. “Shaira—“ My body started shaking, unable to breath normally. “I swear I know—she’s Shaira—“ I stammered.
“It’s okay if you can’t remember. Here.” She handed me a piece of small paper and a pen. I took them from me.
“I want you to write down her favorites. And then her address, everything about her.”
I followed her instruction though my hand is still shaking a bit. After a few minutes, I gave it to her but she didn’t take it from my hand. She just looked at it and then me.
“Now, read them.”
I’m confused but I did. I read them and then stopped at the address.
“Are you okay? Why did you stop?” she asked.
I took the pen to write another address but I can’t write anything else. Now, I can see Shaira from her back smiling wickedly at me.
“Why did I write everything about me? This is my address,” I whispered slowly, tearing the paper apart. The traces of tears are visible on my lap as they 're falling. I started sobbing. “This isn’t true.”
“I don’t understand anything.” I threw the torn paper away from me including the pen and cried even harder.