I don't remember how it happened or who was the one who carried me to the back room. I just remembered that face. Her face. When I woke up, I felt a sharp pain in my back, making it hard for me to sit up. I rubbed my face with my hands, noticing that they were covered with white bandages dyed specks of red.
"It's about time you got up," Adrian said as he opened the door, carrying a small first aid kit with him. "You scared us there, running out into the street like that." Wait, I did what now? I tilted my head forward and gave him a confused look. "Dude, what are you talking about?" I asked as I rubbed my head. Adrian just shook his head.
"Well, I'm not that surprised that you don't remember," he said as he opened the first aid kit, pulling out a bottle of peroxide and a fresh roll of bandages. "You were acting kinda weird." He pointed at my hands and I nodded. I began to unwrap the bandages as he opened the bottle. "This is gonna sting a little," he said. But the moment I felt the peroxide, the moment I felt the tingle evolve into sharp pain, I winced. Liar.
"First, you looked as if you saw a zombie or something," he said as he began to wrap my hands. Haha, how funny Adrian. "Then you just rush out the door, into the street and fainted. Matt ran after you and carried you back here."
"O-Oh..." I said, a bit embarrassed.
"What the hell did you see?" he asked.
I felt a warmth spread across my cheeks. Great, what do I tell him? I looked down, not wanting to look in his eyes. What would he say if I told him the truth? If I told him I saw her of all people?
"Jay," he said, "Is everything alright?"
As my shoulders trembled, I felt tears welling up in my eyes, blurring my vision. "N-No," I said, shaking my head. In an instant, I let out a cry, tears leaving my eyes. I sat there and cried like a small, lost child, as Adrian wrapped his arms around me. I never thought that I would cry this hard over something that happened so long ago. I thought that I'd be over it already.
"Hey! What's going on?!"
We both looked over at the door, only to see the others. Adrian looked at Beth and shook his head as I wiped my ears. Crap, I thought. I hated when other people see me cry.
"Sweetie, what's wrong?" Beth asked in a soothing voice. She looked at the others, speaking with her eyes. They seemed to understand, as they all left the room, closing the door behind them. Beth smiled and walked over towards me and sat down. She pulled me into her arms as she smoothed her hand over my head over and over again.
"I saw her," I said as I clung onto her. "I saw her."
"Her?" she asked, confused. I nodded as I rested my head on her shoulder. "Jamie, what are you talking about?"
"Casey..." I said, finally. "I saw Casey."
Beth's face fell. She merely nodded and continued to pat my head. "Oh, honey," she cooed in understanding. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
My grip on her tightened as I began to cry again, this time at Beth's words. "I'm sorry" doesn't cut it. It doesn't fix anything. They're just empty words of pity. I knew Beth meant it, but to me, those words mean nothing.