The cold wind surrounded me like the grief I felt. I knew eventually the fog would lift, but I wanted it to lift sooner rather than later. Until then I would sit outside and watch my screams run away with the wind.
“I thought you might be still out here.” I almost jumped out of my skin when Amy’s voice trailed down the street. I thought I had been quiet in my night time escapades, but Amy was here to annoy me. I wasn’t even sure why she was here in the first place. In the weeks following Jonathan’s death, Amy had been a constant presence in my life and I had never liked her in the first place.
“How did you know I was here? I thought everyone was already asleep when I came outside.” I tried not to sound too annoyed she was entering my space. The look on my face was probably enough for her to know I wasn’t thrilled with her. She hadn’t been friends with Jonathan, but had now latched onto our small group and I think everyone was afraid to let her know what we were doing.
“I think you know why I’m here,” she said lowering her body next to mine and I shuddered as her arm brushed mine and it took everything I had not to jump up. I knew why she was here and I knew she was spying and sending every detail to Jonathan’s parents. It was time to attack.