Turned

Chapter 4

    Everything happened so fast, him pulling his sunglasses from his pocket. Walking outside as to not draw attention to himself. Worry, his worry was strong enough to make him hesitate. Would his family be okay? Would they try to force him to go home? Would they forget about him?
The thought of them forgetting him made him wince, but he kept pushing forward. He put his hands into his pocket as he quickened his pace. He pulled out his phone texting Erica that he'd be at her house, knowing that her mother was never home. She was okay with it. After that he looked at his phone turning around before throwing it as hard as he could at the ground, then he ran, hard and fast. Trying not to think of the life he was leaving behind.

    Benny was confused, why had Ethan told him they couldn't hang out? Why had Ethan suddenly left? Weren't they supposed to be best friends? He tried not thinking of it. His face held an expression of hurt. Sure he's felt pain, but this hurt a lot more.
    "Do you know what's going on with Ethan." Benny looked at the voice, it was Sarah.
    "I think he's adjusting to his life."
    "His mother told me, he hasn't been home since Tuesday." Sarah had a soft tone as she whispered. Ethan thought for a minute, it was Friday.
    "What is he doing?"
    "I don't know." Sarah looked at the door where she had seen Ethan only fifteen minutes ago. "I'm worried about him."
    "So am I."

    Sitting at his home Benny was worried. He had found a broken phone, it was his best friends phone, Ethan. Could he even call him a best friend?
    He shook his head not letting himself worry, whatever Ethan was facing, he'd have to do it without Benny or Sarah, he had pushed them away, and for what? His knuckles turned white from how hard he gripped the phone. He should tell Ethans family, he should return the phone, but his selfish impulse was to keep it. It was all he had left of Ethan. He turned it over. Letting the broken plastic run across his hand.
    "Come Back." He whispered at the broken phone, as if it would magically bring his best friend back. As if it was actually Ethan. But it wasn't, Ethan was gone, and it felt like Ethan was dead.
    When did his face get wet, when was the last time he'd cried? Truly cried, with sadness attacking him. Making him nearly fall over the edge into pure agonizing panic. He didn't know. He. Didn't. Know.
    The last thing he saw before falling over the edge of sadness, anger, panic, and guilt, was his grandmother running towards him, seeing his panic.

    Sarah closed her eyes, she thought she could go home with Erica and talk, but she was wrong. Sarah felt herself frown as she started walking home. Her  heart felt weird. She could have saved Ethan from this agony, but she didn't. How selfish. How. Selfish.
    She blamed herself, not Ethan, not Erica, not even Jesse. This was her fault. She made Ethan push at any support he had, and rely on Erica. Erica who probably still worked for Jesse, Erica who would destroy Ethan. She worried, her mind a mess. She wanted to scream, no needed to scream, but nothing came out, other than her whimpers from crying. She could cry? Vampires, even fledglings could cry? How hadn't she known that.
    "Please come back." She whispered into the wind. It making her hair go everywhere. She knew where Ethan was, but he didn't want help. He only wanted Erica.
    How had this happened? The first week seemed fine, for at least someone in his situation could. She closed her eyes, the wind seeming to whisper lies in her head, as she hating herself.