Left Alone: Part Three~

“Brianna, are you awake?” a voice asked.
“Hm… oh, I’m sorry… I was thinking about Jewel again,” I said.
“Well, you have to snap out of it! She FORGOT about you! She doesn’t deserve your friendship!”
“Valerie! YOU DON’T KNOW HER! SHE WAS MY BEST FRIEND! I FEEL HER PAIN… She is hurting right now… I can sense it. I want to help her….”
“If you think its fine to help a betrayer, someone who could’ve gotten you killed, then its fine with me!” Valerie said icily.

Valerie stomped out of the tent and I laid my head down onto a ‘pillow’ and dreamt about what it would be like if Jewel was still here…

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“Gabby, wake up…,” my mom said gently.

I sat up straight on my bed and rubbed my eyes. I spent the whole night looking for information on Jewel, and some of it was wrong info. One of the websites said that Jewel got a headache and then suffered from a heart attack causing her to die, while several others said that she fell of a mountain. I trudged into the bathroom as if my legs were made of bricks and got ready for school.
Tina ran up to me screaming. I stared at her like she was crazy. ‘Why the hell is she screaming???’ She calmed down and handed me a piece of paper with an image on it. There was a caption and the image shocked me. I had a headache right afterwards. It happened often, and I can’t seem to remember who I was and what I did when I was around ten. I went to the doctors and asked them why and they had no clue why I was feeling that way as well. My head started to hurt more when I unfolded that one single piece of paper.

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Valerie had stomped her way back to the tent she slept in. All of a sudden a gust of wind blew at her long raven black hair. A single sheet of ripped parchment paper blew into her tent. It said:

“ALWAYS&FOREVER… best friends: Gabby&&Fane<3”

Valerie smirked, and she stood up straight walking out of the tent. I sat down on a wooden chair and started to write on the smooth white bark with a feathered pen.

“Dear Jewel,
I’ve been trying to find a way to contact you. You were my good friend, and I miss you. I have learned that people think that when you put a message in a bottle, you will be able to find this letter. I have no clue how long it will take and how long I will have to wait to get a reply but I know, we are friends till the end. I can feel the pain you are in. I believe it is because of me. I’m sorry… Please be better.

Yours Truly,
Brianna<3”

To be continued.