Dee tries to remember what happened after the car crash at graduation.
Who doesn’t remember entire conversations or entire days? Crazy people. That’s who. All I need to do is look at the wide eyes and half open mouths of Jess and Eve to confirm that.
It sucks knowing what I look like to people, especially to my best friends. I keep tracing my stitches with my middle and forefinger, hoping the spot that I’m injured will tell me why I can’t remember. Another crazy thought to add to my list.
I realize that I’m unconsciously twitching my knee, like I’m bouncing a baby. I stop when I see that this only makes Jess and Eve stare at me more strangely. Squinting their eyes slightly, like they can’t believe what they’re seeing.
But, why should I feel like the crazy person? It’s not like I’m huddled in a corner, rocking myself back and forth. Am I just imagining it or do they look … guilty?
My short curls bounce off my forehead as I snap my head up.
“You guys know what happened, don’t you?” I accuse. My voice is stern, but I ask slowly as I realize that I shouldn’t sound angry with my close friends. It wasn’t their fault that I was in this state. Was it?
Jess looks away from me. Eve sits on her hands, as if that will keep her mouth shut. She never could tell a lie.
I stare Eve down.
“What happened to me after graduation, Eve? Were you there? All I remember is meeting up with Joe in the parking lot and he talked about driving me home or something. And then Iris showed up and…”
I try to remember more of that conversation with him. But the images start to fade in and out like a dream. I can remember feelings of fear and hope, but no specific occurrences.
Eve is staring at me like she’s in the middle of watching the climax of a movie.
“What happened after that?” I ask her.
Eve looks at Jess as if she’s hoping to be saved, but Jess continues to look at her shoes.
Eve blinks and bites both of her lips together before opening them again: “Well, are you sure that’s all you remember?” She asks.
I look up to the ceiling for help before looking back at Eve. “Yes! Why would I make this up? Jeez! You guys are acting like someone died. And if that’s what happened, then don’t I have a right to know?”
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