What Becomes of a Tragedy?, chapter 4
Walking down this lonely corridor, all I can see is darkness. To my right and left - darkness. Behind me is a wall - that follows me and doesn't let me go back. As I walk further down this hall my sister is leaning against the wall. "How could you do this to our family? To mom and dad? How could you let them die with the thought that you hated them? How could you be in the same bed with a guy you don't know? How could you, Holly?"
"It wasn't my fault about mom and dad. It was an accident."
"Are you sure? Is that what your heart tells you or what you heard?"
"Becca, what are you talking about? They got hit by a drunk driver. How is that not an accident? And how could you pin that on me?" I had started to get a little emotional by that point. And our voices started rising - I was afraid I was going to wake up Tre - I knew he was still sleeping.
"Why couldn't you just be normal? Why did you have to be a bitch to everybody? Why do you always need attention? Why can't you just live like the rest of the family?"
"(yelling) BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO BE LIKE YOU!! I WANT TO LIVE MY OWN LIFE AND NOT LIVE LIFE LIKE YOU!!" Then, Becca (my sister) started to fade away.
"Holly?" But it wasn't my sister's voice - it was a guy. "Holly?!? Please wake up!!"
I snap out of my corridor, open my eyes and see Tre looking at me - scared. "What?"
"Whom were you talking to? Who's Becca? And what wasn't your fault?" I must have been talking in my sleep again. (How stupid and embarrassed I was)
"My sister. She was blaming me for my parents death."
"But it was just a dream. She's not here and, from what you told me about your parent's death, it couldn't have been your fault. Here . . ." He goes in his dresser drawer and gets me a new shirt - mine is soaked in sweat. "Put this on."
"Can I take a shower, please? I feel really dirty right now." He smiles an all too familiar grin - to lighten up the mood.
"How dirty DO you feel?" I smile. He sure knows how to make me laugh and be in a better mood.
"We're not quite on that level . . ." He frowns a goofy frown. "Yet."
He smiles that cheesy smile again "At least I got a 'yet'. I could have gotten a never, right?"
"Exactly. Way to look on the bright side. Now, where may I take a shower?"
"Well, it's a little heavy. Where would you like to take it? I don't think I can carry it too far without dropping it." And at that statement - for some reason - I start cracking up laughing. "Ahh . . . you do know how to laugh. You can use my bathroom. It's just through that door."
10 MONTHS LATER - AUGUST
"Oh, my god, guys!! That was awesome!! You guys rock!!" We had just left a gig the guys had.
(As you can assume - the guys and I stayed good friends. Other details that happened in ten months - I got a promotion at work, got a car, got my own place. And yes, Tre stayed over - quite often)
"Hey?! Are you two coming over tonight?" I had asked Mike and Billie. They looked at each other then at Tre and me - holding hands and standing close.
"No, we got some bands we're gonna check out. We'll call you if anybody is decent."
"Thanks, Mike. Don't include us in your plans." Tre was actually hurt that his best friends didn't include him in their plans. But what the Mike and Billie knew was that Tre's night was about to get a little better.
"No problem, man. Anytime." Billie added in, then, him and Mike left us by ourselves.
"Man, what a couple of assess. Why didn't they tell us they were going somewhere? They make me so mad sometimes." We get in my car and start heading to my place.
My place - which I had set up to be perfect for our first time together. (I'm not saying we haven't done anything together, we just haven't gone all the way - yet.) Rose pedals all over, soft (and boring) music, and candles - which have not been lit yet.
We pull up to my house (yes, I have a house - not an apartment). We head up to the door, but I stop outside the door. "What are you doing? Why aren't we going inside?" I look him in the eyes and suddenly forget what I was going to say - instead I look at him. "Holly, what are we doing out here?"
"Tre, how long have we been together? Eight months? You are my best friend, you know that, right?"
"Yeah, but what are we still doing outside?" I don't even respond, I unlock the door, turn around and start kissing him. He doesn't object. (What guy would?)
We get into the living room and I stop kissing him. "Hey, why did you stop?" But he answers his own question when he opens his eyes. "What is this?"
"Tre . . . you are my best friend. I have never been this close to anybody." I take a deep breath. "Tre, I love you." He continues to look around the room and the silence is killing me.
"You had this planned? You told Billie and Mike to make other plans, so it would be just us tonight?" I nod - he still hadn't said anything about me saying 'I love you'. "Holly, you are my best friend, too." He goes quiet again - but by now I can tell he's doing this on purpose. "Holly, I love you, too."
(You can all assume how the rest of that night went.) Our relationship was normal. Love, fights, and making up. More love then the other two, but we liked to show that love often. But, the night of our relationship I will never forget happened a few years down the road. The guys were in the studio recording an album to later be known as 'Dookie'.
I was at home, waiting for Tre to come home. He waltzed in at 10:00pm - normal time, not a second late. But I had a lot on my mind and I wasn't sure how my thoughts were going to play when they came out.
Tre walked up to me and kissed the side of my head, "Hey, how was work?"
"Eh, work is work. How was the studio?"
"Good, we're almost done. Billie's really excited. It's like his baby." But I couldn't play cute anymore.
"Tre . . .??"
"Yes, blue eyes?" Damn, I love it when he does that, but not when I need to be serious.
"Tre, we need to talk . . ."
"It wasn't my fault about mom and dad. It was an accident."
"Are you sure? Is that what your heart tells you or what you heard?"
"Becca, what are you talking about? They got hit by a drunk driver. How is that not an accident? And how could you pin that on me?" I had started to get a little emotional by that point. And our voices started rising - I was afraid I was going to wake up Tre - I knew he was still sleeping.
"Why couldn't you just be normal? Why did you have to be a bitch to everybody? Why do you always need attention? Why can't you just live like the rest of the family?"
"(yelling) BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO BE LIKE YOU!! I WANT TO LIVE MY OWN LIFE AND NOT LIVE LIFE LIKE YOU!!" Then, Becca (my sister) started to fade away.
"Holly?" But it wasn't my sister's voice - it was a guy. "Holly?!? Please wake up!!"
I snap out of my corridor, open my eyes and see Tre looking at me - scared. "What?"
"Whom were you talking to? Who's Becca? And what wasn't your fault?" I must have been talking in my sleep again. (How stupid and embarrassed I was)
"My sister. She was blaming me for my parents death."
"But it was just a dream. She's not here and, from what you told me about your parent's death, it couldn't have been your fault. Here . . ." He goes in his dresser drawer and gets me a new shirt - mine is soaked in sweat. "Put this on."
"Can I take a shower, please? I feel really dirty right now." He smiles an all too familiar grin - to lighten up the mood.
"How dirty DO you feel?" I smile. He sure knows how to make me laugh and be in a better mood.
"We're not quite on that level . . ." He frowns a goofy frown. "Yet."
He smiles that cheesy smile again "At least I got a 'yet'. I could have gotten a never, right?"
"Exactly. Way to look on the bright side. Now, where may I take a shower?"
"Well, it's a little heavy. Where would you like to take it? I don't think I can carry it too far without dropping it." And at that statement - for some reason - I start cracking up laughing. "Ahh . . . you do know how to laugh. You can use my bathroom. It's just through that door."
10 MONTHS LATER - AUGUST
"Oh, my god, guys!! That was awesome!! You guys rock!!" We had just left a gig the guys had.
(As you can assume - the guys and I stayed good friends. Other details that happened in ten months - I got a promotion at work, got a car, got my own place. And yes, Tre stayed over - quite often)
"Hey?! Are you two coming over tonight?" I had asked Mike and Billie. They looked at each other then at Tre and me - holding hands and standing close.
"No, we got some bands we're gonna check out. We'll call you if anybody is decent."
"Thanks, Mike. Don't include us in your plans." Tre was actually hurt that his best friends didn't include him in their plans. But what the Mike and Billie knew was that Tre's night was about to get a little better.
"No problem, man. Anytime." Billie added in, then, him and Mike left us by ourselves.
"Man, what a couple of assess. Why didn't they tell us they were going somewhere? They make me so mad sometimes." We get in my car and start heading to my place.
My place - which I had set up to be perfect for our first time together. (I'm not saying we haven't done anything together, we just haven't gone all the way - yet.) Rose pedals all over, soft (and boring) music, and candles - which have not been lit yet.
We pull up to my house (yes, I have a house - not an apartment). We head up to the door, but I stop outside the door. "What are you doing? Why aren't we going inside?" I look him in the eyes and suddenly forget what I was going to say - instead I look at him. "Holly, what are we doing out here?"
"Tre, how long have we been together? Eight months? You are my best friend, you know that, right?"
"Yeah, but what are we still doing outside?" I don't even respond, I unlock the door, turn around and start kissing him. He doesn't object. (What guy would?)
We get into the living room and I stop kissing him. "Hey, why did you stop?" But he answers his own question when he opens his eyes. "What is this?"
"Tre . . . you are my best friend. I have never been this close to anybody." I take a deep breath. "Tre, I love you." He continues to look around the room and the silence is killing me.
"You had this planned? You told Billie and Mike to make other plans, so it would be just us tonight?" I nod - he still hadn't said anything about me saying 'I love you'. "Holly, you are my best friend, too." He goes quiet again - but by now I can tell he's doing this on purpose. "Holly, I love you, too."
(You can all assume how the rest of that night went.) Our relationship was normal. Love, fights, and making up. More love then the other two, but we liked to show that love often. But, the night of our relationship I will never forget happened a few years down the road. The guys were in the studio recording an album to later be known as 'Dookie'.
I was at home, waiting for Tre to come home. He waltzed in at 10:00pm - normal time, not a second late. But I had a lot on my mind and I wasn't sure how my thoughts were going to play when they came out.
Tre walked up to me and kissed the side of my head, "Hey, how was work?"
"Eh, work is work. How was the studio?"
"Good, we're almost done. Billie's really excited. It's like his baby." But I couldn't play cute anymore.
"Tre . . .??"
"Yes, blue eyes?" Damn, I love it when he does that, but not when I need to be serious.
"Tre, we need to talk . . ."
