Status: In the pre-writing process.
Further Than All The Stars
Prolouge.
It came as a surprise, actually. I was getting ready for a night out on the town when my phone rang. Although it was an unknown number, I answered it anyway.
“Hello?”
“Lilly? This is Jack’s mother.”
“Oh, hi Carolynn.”
“There’s been an accident.” She broke down.
“About.. Jack?” I bit my lip.
“Yes. He… He killed… He killed himself!” She let out a combined sob and wail.
“Pardon my French, but don’t shit around, Carolynn. This isn’t funny.”
“Do you think I’d lie like this!” She yelled at me. I could picture her brown, bloodshot eyes.
“I… I have to go.” I cleared my throat and hung up abruptly.
That was a week ago. Ever since then, I’ve been hiding out in my room, away from the constant nagging of my roommates. I haven’t exactly told them what happened, since I haven’t actually spoke for a week. I’ve ignored every text, phone call, and email that’s been bombarding my Blackberry ever since November 13th. I wasn’t very superstitious until now, considering the fact that my best friend died on Friday, November 13th.
My only nourishment since then has been Diet Cherry Coke and peanut butter covered Twinkies, Jack’s favorite foods. I’ve actually lost a few pounds, considering I’ve only eaten junk food for the past seven days. I’ve been sneaking out at 3 in the morning every night to stock up on my food for the day, since both of my roommates have 8am jobs to attend to and tend to fall asleep at 11.
Today is Jack’s funeral. Today is the last day that I can look at Jack’s face, apart from a picture. Today is the last day that I will ever see my best friend. Today is the day I’ve been dreading for the last seven days.
“Hello?”
“Lilly? This is Jack’s mother.”
“Oh, hi Carolynn.”
“There’s been an accident.” She broke down.
“About.. Jack?” I bit my lip.
“Yes. He… He killed… He killed himself!” She let out a combined sob and wail.
“Pardon my French, but don’t shit around, Carolynn. This isn’t funny.”
“Do you think I’d lie like this!” She yelled at me. I could picture her brown, bloodshot eyes.
“I… I have to go.” I cleared my throat and hung up abruptly.
That was a week ago. Ever since then, I’ve been hiding out in my room, away from the constant nagging of my roommates. I haven’t exactly told them what happened, since I haven’t actually spoke for a week. I’ve ignored every text, phone call, and email that’s been bombarding my Blackberry ever since November 13th. I wasn’t very superstitious until now, considering the fact that my best friend died on Friday, November 13th.
My only nourishment since then has been Diet Cherry Coke and peanut butter covered Twinkies, Jack’s favorite foods. I’ve actually lost a few pounds, considering I’ve only eaten junk food for the past seven days. I’ve been sneaking out at 3 in the morning every night to stock up on my food for the day, since both of my roommates have 8am jobs to attend to and tend to fall asleep at 11.
Today is Jack’s funeral. Today is the last day that I can look at Jack’s face, apart from a picture. Today is the last day that I will ever see my best friend. Today is the day I’ve been dreading for the last seven days.
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So, this is the prolouge! I just wanted to get this up here for some feedback and stuff.Maybe I'll update next week, but I don't know. College is starting up again and I basically have a class [or two] everyday. Mwahaha, college is an evil bitch!
Anyways, comment.
Andie!