The Wanted

The Wanted

Chapter 1: Those Dreadful Memories

          I sat on the muddy, soaked road with my head hanging down. How could this happen to me? My life had been good before this nightmare happened. Except it had all been real. I sighed and got up, the image never leaving my mind. It was time to move on once again. 

          I was 14 when the accident happened. Now I'm 16. My name is Kahleah. I once had a family who supported me no matter what happened, but that was long gone. I have gone to many foster homes because people became suspicous of me wandering around the whole time. But nobody ever cared. Not the way people once did. My family now was the best i could get to a normal life. The person who i had trusted the most was my best friend. He had helped me through many hard times. But he was gone too. Like, really gone. In fact, he was the reason all this happened. Not that it was his fault. It was all mine.

         *Flashback*

          It was April 28th, a Saturday. It was only 5:30 in the morning when I heard my phone buzz on my desk. I reluctantly slammed my hand on the desk hoping I would reach my phone. Unfortunately, I missed and hit my hand on the corner of the desk.

         "What a perfect way to start my weekend," I muttered to myself.

          I finally jumped out of bed and grabbed my phone. One new message from Cameron. I opened it and read it. Our conversation:

                       Cameron: Hey u wnt 2 cum 2 the beach w/ me?

                       Kahleah: R u crazy? It's 5:40 in the morn.

                       Cameron: So? If u don't wnt in, fine. I'll go myself.

                       Kahleah: Fine. Meet me thr @ 6:00.

          I knew he would get mad if I didn't go. Cameron was just the type of guy who needed everything to go his way. He's not selfish, but not exactly caring either. He was my best friend, and I couldn't afford our friendship being ruined over a tiny little thing. 

          I chose out an outfit that would be suitable for the beach. Although, I'm not quite sure why he'd asked me to go with him. After all, Cameron did have other friends. I chose out some sweatpants and a shirt. I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and got ready for the beach. I wasn't sure if he'd wanted me to bring anything so i just dumped my cellphone, sunblock, and a water bottle in my purse.

          By the time, I reached the beach, Cameron was already there. Our beach had an area with a lot of rocks, but I just called it a cliff. Cameron wanted me to meet him there. As soon as I got there, I put my stuff down and walked up to Cameron.

         "So why did you want me to come here?" I asked him. 

         "Well, I just wanted to come relax, and enjoy the nice ocean breeze," Cameron replied.

         "I've heard all my friends say that they jumped off the cliff and into the ocean. They say it was better than any rollercoaster they've ever ridden. I want to try it but I dare you to try first," I said.

         "Kahleah, I'm not sure about this. What if we get hurt?" Cameron asked in a worried voice.

         "Cameron, you worry too much. All my friends have done it and they didn't get hurt. Come on. It'll be fun and you won't regret it. Promise," I said with confidence.

         Cameron eventually agreed to jump off the cliff and into the ocean. He walked slowly towards the edge. I wanted to give him a little surprise so i gave him a tiny push. I thought it would be funny, but everything went wrong.

         My little push didn't make anyone laugh. Cameron slipped on the rock and fell into the ocean. At first, I knew for sure that Cameron was joking. He was a cute guy who loved to scare the crap out of me. I called his name and thought for sure that he would respond. I didn't hear anything so I looked down to make sure he was okay. I carefully got on my knees and looked down. All I saw was a puddle of pure red blood.

         I didn't know what to do. An incident like this had never happened to me before, and I was never taught what to do in a situation like this. My first instinct was to call the police, but wouldn't they think I was the one who did this to him? I could feel my heart breaking. I didn't know what to do. I decided to go back home. I was only 14, i couldn't risk getting arrested. I know that what I'm doing is wrong, but what else can I do besides turn myself in? No one would believe me if I said it wasn't me. I was the only one there with him.

          My heart sank as I walked away, with tears running down my face. Am i considered a murderer now? Deep inside my heart, I had the urge to go running back to him and save him. He's my best friend, but I have to fight this battle and win. I can't live my life being trapped behind bars because of one tiny, little push. I had to stay strong and act like this day never happened. The worst thing yet, I would have to pretend that I didn't know Cameron at all. I knew that this will be a tough journey but the past is the past. Now, our once strong friendship has entered the past, and i'm headed towards the future.

          I ran back home and jumped onto my bed, my face red with guilt. I closed my eyes and tried to get rid of that horrible nightmare, but I couldn't. No matter how hard I tried to get rid of the horrible image, I could still remember every single detail of what had happened.

          The next morning, I went downstairs to get my breakfast, feeling like I had gotten no sleep at all. As usual, my dad was sitting at the table reading the newspaper. I saw a headline that caught my eye.  

          "Dad? Can I see the newspaper?" I asked my dad.

          "Sure, honey. This is the first time you've ever wanted to read the news," he said while handing me the newspaper.

            I read the news and, of course, I saw the story on Cameron. The headline said: 14 year old boy, Cameron, was found dead in the ocean. I took my time reading the article, and it didn't say anythiing about me. It did say that whoever killed him would be arrested as soon as they were found. This incident was starting to get way too serious. I just wanted to do something that got all those dreadful memories out of my head.

            About an hour later, I heard a knock on our front door. My mom rushed to answer it, and a bunch of news reporters came along with Cameron's parents. By the look on Cameron's parent's face, I could tell they were devastated. It also looked like they knew his death had something to do with me.

            "Miss Kahleah, do you know anything about Cameron's death?" the reporter asked.

              I knew that I couldn't tell him anything about it. I had to make sure I didn't have him suspicious about anything.

             "I've never heard of a boy named Cameron," I croaked. My heart started pounding and beating rapidly as I said those eight words. I could feel his parents glaring at me as I ran up the stairs and into my room. I had to get away from here.

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