Christina Lee - Whisper to Me

Scientists say that were all made of pieces of stars.

Never had that felt truer in my life than that one fateful night three years ago. Id clung to my boyfriends shirt on the back of an old dirt bike as he increased his speed around the bend on Meadow Road. When the motorcycle narrowly missed the cat that darted into our path and skidded against the guardrail, I could have sworn I went sailing as high as those glittering pinpoints of light.

Crashing down and leaving a trail of dust in my wake, I stared up at those brilliant luminaries stretching through the heavens. I reached for the promise ring thatd hung as a fixture around my neck, but my fingers only met my collarbone. I was certain my head had burst into flames, the stars low and imposing, as darkness descended upon me. I imagined myself combusting into a fine powder, and uniting with those incandescent wonders, like a dazzling supernova in the sky.

And now here I was again, at another one of these field parties, the kind I hadnt been to since high school. Though it was good to see all of my old friends, some of them still didnt know what the hell to say to me. And I didnt know what to say to them. Since wed added a few semesters of college, the division had become even wider. It was now the summer between my junior and senior years of college, but to them I was still the girl with the shaved head and ugly scar.

My neck was stiff from gazing upward, so I yanked my legs inside the bed of the truck and settled against a rolled-up sleeping bag. It was flipping hot out here for eleven oclock at night. Beads of sweat formed above my lip and pooled down the center of my boobs.

I located the North Star and stared at it until my vision blurred and the beat of the music took over my senses. Shane Garity had had the same damn pickup truck since way back when. It was old and rusty but the speakers could still crank out the tunes. And everyone continued to seek out the field in the back of his parents house for impromptu parties just like this one.

Some things never changed.

Dakota hadnt returned from using the bathroom, so I figured she and Shane were up to their usual flirting ways. Hed crushed on her all through high school, and she knew it and practically egged him on, except when her brother, Kai, was around. He was Shanes best friend and had let him know in no uncertain terms that his sister was off-limits.

My elbow had knocked over her red Solo Cup and her syrupy wine had leaked into the rusty cracks of the truck bed. It reminded me of the way the lovable me had trickled away as the trauma team stitched my head back together.

Dakota was my oldest friend, and even though wed gone our separate ways after high school, she easily folded me back into her life, and had even begged me to stay at her expensive apartment this summer. Her parents were loaded, and despite having been blessed with the newest model car, amazing digs, and incredible looks, she never acted like a spoiled brat. She worked her ass off for her finance degree at the local private university and was motivated to make a name for herself.

I figured itd be an easy commute into the city from her apartment to help Mom with her fledgling business. When Daddy divorced her the year after my accident, she got the house and the company. But the location of Pure sucked. It was smack dab in the middle of the touristy part of the city and sightseers didnt seem to be interested in handmade soaps and lotions. They wanted magnets and bumper stickers. No wonder the store wasnt doing so hot.

Mom had remarried and moved to a smaller condo with her new husband, but she kept hanging on to this damn business as if her life depended on it. I always suspected she wanted to prove to Daddy that shed made something of it. Id suggested a location change to the East End and shed taken that as a sign that Id help her make the move this summer.

Been studying astronomy in your spare time? Shane asked.

Dakota stood near the rear wheel next to Shane, whose hands were shoved deep in his pockets. I gave them both a cursory glance to check for any signs of fooling around. The way his gaze roamed over her profile in quiet admiration made something stir inside my chest. Like a quiet yet potent surge of longing for someone I once loved. But then it slid away and I chalked it up to the nostalgia of being around this place again.

The stars are brighter out here, asshead, I said. You know that.

Dakota shook her head. God, I missed your face. But your potty mouth? Not so much.

I appreciate Rachels potty mouth, Shane said, wiggling his eyebrows.

Thats a given, Dakota said, rolling her eyes. Boys.

Im a complete package, I said with a wink. Take it or leave it.

My effortless banter with my childhood friends was reminiscent of the same easiness I shared with my college friends, Avery and Ella. Except with Dakota and Shane, the easiness was real. I was someone different with my friends from school. Someone bolder and unattachedbecause if I was bold and unattached, I didnt have to be me. Coming home had knocked some of that newfangled fire out of me, stripped me down to who I really was.

Dakota fingered the yellowed, peeling sticker on the trucks bumper. Lifes a bitch and then you die. The adage found everywherewidely accepted, evenfrom coffee mugs to greeting cards. I agreed it was a fair summation. Apart from the fact that Id cheated death, which meant that bitch had spared me, so maybe she wasnt so bad after all.

You miss the city, Rachel? Shane asked. He was ruggedly handsome, and he and Dakota would definitely make a sweet couple. He was kind and cool and never an asshole, which endeared him to me most of all. He still felt guilty about that night. I could see it in his eyes. But it had been my decision to hop on the back of his bike with no helmet for the ride of my life with Milesonly to return as wrecked as the motorcycle.

Its not like were in the boonies. Dakota snorted. The citys only a train ride away and Im guessing it wasnt such a big change for her after all. Right, Rach?

Only a change of scenery, really. I took a sip of my beer and returned to stargazing.

Dakota knew Id left for college dejected, after Miles had broken things off while I was still laid up in the hospital. I left for a place far away, where no one would know to treat me differently, as everyone had been doing since my recovery.

Id gone through months of rehab by the time I left, and despite occasional headaches, a slightly off-balance gait, and numbness in my fingers from time to time, nobody at college suspected Id suffered a near-fatal subdural hematomain other words, a brain bleed, caused by the impact of the accident.

Always wanted to hang at the less touristy places, Shane said. But Dakota didnt invite me on her trip during winter break.

Dakota bumped Shane with her hip. Thats because I needed girl time with Rachel. I was afraid shed forgotten about me.

That little dig was for my benefit. Id kept my distance, even from my best friend, because she was impossibly perfect and I felt like I couldnt measure up during my recovery. Shed become an unrelenting cheerleader in rehab, constantly pushing me to try harder, do betterrah, rah, rah!but I had practically caved from the pressure.

Id never forget you, babe. Still, she was the one person who knew me best.

Or at least she used to. Little did Dakota know Id spent my college years erasing Miles from my mind by becoming a new person. A different person. With a second chance at life. I hadnt let things tie me down, so Id never let anyone get too close. Id bedded whomever I wanted and I always up and left