Chapter 4: Feeling Empty

It was raining out. The quick flashes of lightning would wake me from my stuporbut after a while they didn't even phase me.

"Kathleen? Hey honey, how are you?" My mom said, brushing my hair out of my face.

I just looked at her a nodded. My dad's tall figure stood behind her.

"They postponed the trial. We figured you needed a little more time, they understood." My mom said, sitting there.

I looked, but couldn't manage a word.

"Are you having fun?" What kind of question is that? 'Are you having fun?' Ha!

I nodded.

"We miss you, dear, and we can't wait for you to come home." My mom said, kissing me on the forehead. "We'll come visit you later." Then they were gone.

I looked back out at the rain.

"Where are we going?!" I yelled, getting into the car and out of the rain.

"Wait, you'll see." Matthew said, smiling at me and turning on the car.

We drove for what seemed like hours. Then we got to this place, in the middle of nowhere and we stopped. It was about dusk and a little chilly out.

"I come here sometimes to think." I suddenly heard his voice behind me.

It was a vast open prairie, and it took my breath away. Matthew came and wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my cheek. "I have dinner, peanut-butter and banana sound good?" He smiled.

"With dill pickle chips?" I turned to look at him.

"With dill pickle chips" He rolled he's eyes at my goofy obsession with dill pickle chips.

"Sounds like a date then." I said, skipping over to the car.

After we ate I just laid there, basking in the moonlight.

"You're so beautiful." He whispered in my ear. I looked at him, his deep blue eyes slowly dragging me into his sweet kiss.

"I love you." I said as we braked from our kiss.

He just looked at me and smiled, and kissed me like he never had before.

I got grounded that night for being home so latebut it was worth it

I came back to reality and realized I was crying.

"Kathleen? Kathleen, are you okay?" asked someone around me.

I looked at her and knew I was lost. I searched her face for answers. Why am I here? Where am I? How did I get here?"

"Kathleen?!" Her face expressed that she was worried.

I just kept crying, and I didn't know what to do.

Why was I feeling such emptiness?