You, Me & Memory

| Chapter 2 |

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♤ You, Me & Memory ♤

◇ Chapter 2◇

One hour later all my boxes were moved inside the room, with no help what so ever from the red hair girl. She had left the room about the same time I had walked out with mom, leaving me with complete silence and a few empty boxes.

I sighed lightly stopping to fold my clothes before neatly placing them inside the draws.

One after the other each fold became more and more care less. I was beginning to get tired of the constant movement my arms were doing.

Another sigh passed my lips, but it was a content sigh. Placing the last piece of clothing inside the draw, i spread myself out onto the bed that was now cold and slightly wrinkled.

A knock sounded at the door and I jumped slightly. I got up straighting my top before proceeding to open it...

The first thing i saw was a tag a tag around his ankle, identical to the ones you see on bad people, on criminals and immediately i hide myself vaguely behind the opening entrance.

" where's Callie?" he asked from the opposite side of the exit. His voice was raspy and a little rough as he leand against the frame of the door.

Callie? So that's red hairs name, i mean who else would be called Callie except from me and I'm pretty much sure he knows I'm not Callie.

I shrugged hoping he got the message before attempting to close the door.

"Just tell her I came by. " he answered, clenching his jaw in the process.

"i'd tell her," I said. "I know she'd want to probably see you too." I didn't know this, but it seemed like the right thing to say.

He smirked. "Well, maybe not. But pass it on anyhow."

I nodded and whispered a quick bye as i watched him walk towards the front entrance, pass the restaurant and onto the small street of Heathcoth.

i closed the door silentley sliding my back along the grey dull walls, i let out a breath i didn't know i was holding in and retraced my steps back to the bed.

placing a hand under my pillow i pulled out a crumbled paper that seemed torn around the edges, I sat huddled with my knees to my chest and my back  against the wall, allowing my thoughts to wander. As I rest my forehead against my knees I think about the tag boy as i scaned the list.