We walked for two hours after dinner. Some say it’s good to take a walk after eating, but my stomach hurt. Helen, my friend, seemed to be happy, though. She was weird in high school, always wanted to walk at night carefree. We’re adults, and she had the same fascination for the after-hours.
“Hey,” she interrupted my thoughts, “Want to check it out?”
I followed her gaze; there was a huge cemetery in the middle of nowhere. I didn’t realize we were this far from civilization. I shook my head.
“C’mon, chicken. It’ll be fun.”
She looked at me, smiling; I recognized those eyes, just like when we were teenagers. I was speechless. We’re adults now, girl, but the words never got out of my head.
She grabbed my arm to drag me with her. The gates were closed, but the walls weren’t tall enough. She was crazy. I couldn’t believe we went from a normal conversation at Cici’s to invade a goddamned graveyard.
Helen was braver than me, that’s for sure.
“Help me up.” I frowned when she said that. I thought she only wanted to have a look from outside.
“No,” I responded, “I don’t think I need to explain why this is so wrong.”
“Don’t worry, chicken,” she hit my shoulder with a playful fist, “you don’t need to come with me. Help me up.”
I don’t know why I ended up helping her. “I’m going to wait a few minutes and then leave, okay?. Do whatever you’re supposed to be doing inside quickly.”
She left without a single word. I lost sight of her. I repeated out loud that I was about to go, but I didn’t get a response—complete silence.
In the end, I went inside to look for her. She made me jump with a boo, and laughed at me. I recovered from the scare and called her idiot, and then I smiled.
“Want to have a good look at the place?” She asked.
I nodded. I guess this could be fun.