Status: Awkward 3 year hiatus is over. Probs lost all my readers. RIP. Comment or something if you want this ongoing :)
365 Days.
295.
Everything was fine.
Everything was actually really perfect.
Kenzie was great.
Beau was the best.
The car that hit me and sent me flying was,
in all honesty,
the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.
It wasn’t going fast.
I just flew quite a bit.
There was laughter,
genuine,
light-hearted,
happy laughter.
I walked it off.
The night continued.
But you know that feeling,
when everything is going perfect,
for too long,
and you realise that
eventually
something
has
to
happen
that will turn your perfect world
into a pile of shit,
and remind you of how absolutely,
disgusting,
and vile
life can be?
Everything was actually really perfect.
Kenzie was great.
Beau was the best.
The car that hit me and sent me flying was,
in all honesty,
the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.
It wasn’t going fast.
I just flew quite a bit.
There was laughter,
genuine,
light-hearted,
happy laughter.
I walked it off.
The night continued.
But you know that feeling,
when everything is going perfect,
for too long,
and you realise that
eventually
something
has
to
happen
that will turn your perfect world
into a pile of shit,
and remind you of how absolutely,
disgusting,
and vile
life can be?
“Hey.”
Hey.
A simple.
Fucking.
Hey.
Purred.
Slurred.
Stretched out.
My throat tightened,
the world suddenly cold,
everything seemed to slow down.
I turned around.
His name left my lips in a hushed whisper,
drowned in the music.
“Mickel.”
A simple.
Fucking.
Hey.
Purred.
Slurred.
Stretched out.
My throat tightened,
the world suddenly cold,
everything seemed to slow down.
I turned around.
His name left my lips in a hushed whisper,
drowned in the music.
“Mickel.”
“I missed you.”
“Oh.”
“You didn’t come to school for a week.
Where have you been?”
Where have you been?”
The people around us bustled,
jumped and danced,
unaware,
unknowing.
jumped and danced,
unaware,
unknowing.
His smile stretches into a crooked grin.
“You heard about Chase?”
“You heard about Chase?”
I shake my head.
Chase…
Chase…
Mickel’s smile twists.
My stomach twists too.
“His sister.
She died yesterday.”
She died yesterday.”
My eyes widen.
“What happened?”
“What happened?”
Mickel only shrugs,
“I don’t know.
He’s upset.
Might want to talk to him.”
His eyes gleam.
“I don’t know.
He’s upset.
Might want to talk to him.”
His eyes gleam.
So does my phone.
Chase’s name is on the calling screen.
He doesn’t answer.
I feel bad.
Very bad.
Chase’s name is on the calling screen.
He doesn’t answer.
I feel bad.
Very bad.
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LOOOOOOOOOOOOL.It's been 3 years. 3 years. Almost exactly. Feel free to slap me. So many times.
I don't know or think if anyone will read this, but those that do: welcome back!/welcome! (?)
I found this again by pure chance. And so much has happened in those days. And I don't know man, I just died and dropped off this earth like the last snowflake except I then missed the next two/three winters.
{Spoiler alert I was working on a big time novel that ate up my life, and I've done all the planning and 50k words now, and I'm super hyped but this story is way too fucking cute}
If this gets people back, or if anyone really at all wants this (I'm sure most have grown out or moved on or passed on and 0 are reading this Lololol) i'll continue it. I'll do my best, weekly updates, or at least every fortnight with a few.
Again
Feel free to slap me.
Lots. :)
PS: i edited the title like 10 times cause I got so confused by the chapters oops.