Absent (Katie Williams)
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“You don’t think she would keep them?” I picture my own mom standing in front of my closet jammed with musty thrift-store finds. She wouldn’t throw anything away. She’d keep it all on the hangers.
“When I was alive, I wanted everything to change. Now it never will. Same stupid hole in my jeans. Same stupid school.”
Brooke hops down from the fan and crosses the roof to where I sit on the ledge. She peers over the side. We both look at the ground below.
“I’ve done it, you know,” she says. “I’ve jumped.”
“Off a roof?”
“Off this roof.”
I feel cold, like the wind isn’t hitting me anymore, but rushing straight through me. “When?”
“After you died. I wondered what it felt like for you.”
“Did it hurt when you hit the ground?” I ask.
“Did it hurt for you?” she asks back, her voice cracking on the word hurt.
“I wasn’t awake for that part. I hit here.” I touch the roof’s ledge. The cement shows no stain of blood, no chip of bone, no sign I was even there. “That hurt. But it also . . . the whole thing felt like I was watching it happen. Like I was watching myself slip. Fall. They say that’s what shock feels like.”
I look up from the ground and out across the parking lot, the last bits of winter’s snow piled and rock-riddled like scraps left on a plate.
“Did it hurt when you OD’d?” I ask.
“Yeah.”
“Did it feel like you were watching it happen?”
“It felt like I was watching stupid Lucas Hayes lean over me, trying to get his cell phone out of his bag. Then he stared at it forever, and I was, like, Dial 911. How hard is that? Not that I could manage to tell him that, since I was busy going into cardiac arrest at the time. What’s his excuse?”
“He was probably scared,” I say.
“Scared of getting in trouble,” she says.
“It must have been a shock to walk in on.”
“A shock to walk in on,” she repeats. “Yeah, that must have been real traumatic for Lucas compared to, you know, dying.” She studies me. “Did he tell you that? That he was in shock?”
“I didn’t really, you know, know him or anything,” I say.
“Stop.”
“Stop what?”
“Lying. I know about you and Lucas. I used to watch you.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” I mumble.
She ticks off on her fingers. “I mean the notes he put in your locker, the secret looks in the hall, the trips out there.” She points to the burners’ trees, tiny across the black stretch of parking lot. “Of course I couldn’t follow you there.” And she couldn’t have. It’s across the school property line; that’s why the burners meet there to smoke. “But I have an imagination and, if you believe the gossip, plenty of experience with that kind of thing.”
“We didn’t . . . we only . . . we only kissed,” I splutter. I shake my head. “You knew?” I’m not sure how I feel. Relieved? I think I feel relieved. “No one knew. I didn’t even tell Usha.”
“Why not? Wasn’t she your best friend or something?”
“It was no big deal.” I leave the other reasons unspoken: that I didn’t know how to explain it, me hooking up with some testo.The testo. The celebrated Lucas Hayes, Mr. Slam Dunk, Mr. Gleam Tooth. And then, the reason I only sometimes admitted, that if the truth had gotten out, it would have been over. Lucas wouldn’t have wanted to meet me anymore.
Brooke eyes me like she knows all my reasons anyhow. “So Lucas never told you about how he stood there and watched me die?”
“Sometimes he said things that . . . I know he wished he could have done something.”
“Something,” Brooke echoes. “Or nothing.”
“He was scared. He tried.”
“Just like he tried to be your boyfriend?”
“I never asked him for that. It wasn’t a big deal with labels and corsages and things. I’m not that type of girl.”
“Did he make you memorize that little speech?” she asks bitterly.
“I’d think if anyone would understand, it’d be you.”
“Why? Because I was the school slut? At least I wouldn’t pretend not to know someone because it would hurt my reputation.”
“He wasn’t doing that,” I say, but it sounds weak even to me.
For a long moment, we stare out across the street at the houses lit up for the night. Tiny yellow windows. You have no idea how warm those lights are until you’re outside the circle of their glow.
“Brooke?”
“Yeah?”
“When you were watching
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