CodeBlack- h.s. (NOT EDITED)

XI

There was Drake, stood between two occupied bunks. A huge grin was plastered on his face, he looked almost proud of me.

Slowly his clapping was supported with a hundred more pairs of hand. My eyes gazed over all of them as their smiling faces got engraved in my mind. I had made them smile.

Some were sleeping already and wouldn't mind getting up to listen a girl singing, awfully might I add. I mean, I know I don't sing that good, why are these people showing this....I don't know, pride towards me?

The claps slowly died down and that's when my eyes landed upon him. His green eyes were staring back at me with a look of boredom in them. But, something else was in them too, so small that I couldn't decipher.

He pushed himself off of the bunk on which he had been leaning on, with crossed arms, and walked back in through the maze of the bunks. I rolled my lips in and stepped down off the stage. Drake ran towards me.

"Whoa girl! You blew it now didn't ya?", his eyes were gleaming with pride and something close to....amusement.

I just smiled and said I needed to go back to my bunk, that i was tired. He huffed and pouted but I pushed past him and walked in through the first lane of bunks.

I got many you were great patience!, can you teach me how to sing girl!? You should sing more often, did your dad teach you guitar?

At this point my head had lowered and my jaws were clenched. As I neared my bunk, I saw a girl standing with her back faced to me opposite to my bunk. I rolled my lips in and lowered my eyes to my feet, walking aimlessly.

I reached my bunk in the midst of a conversation of Harry and Linda. I placed my guitar back in its place beneath my bunk and lifted the covers. I slid in them and drew my bunk curtains closed. Crossing my arms beneath my bed, I stared at the grey up board steel.

A silent sigh escaped my lips, and It seemed as if I had been stolen o my sleep, again.

"C'mon Harry. I really do care about you. Please tell me." a voice, I guessed Linda's, spoke up. Whining, might I add. And hushed too.

A exasperated sigh sounded and by Harry spoke up, "I really don't want to talk about it Linda. I'm already too stressed, I don't want to overthink about this situation again."

There was silence and then a loud huff.

Slight clinks sounded near my bunk. I guess Linda was getting up to her bunk in her heals.

Another sigh sounded, but this time more pressured. I blinked as an odd feeling started to rise in my throat. What were they even talking about? I know its not my business, and I will never try to go snoop around other people's personal lives.

I flip over, so that I'm on my stomach, and stare at my white medium pillow. I gritt my jaw and slowly slid my hand beneath it. My hand brushed over the thing and I closed my eyes as I caught a hold of it. It was cold as ice but so soft, like velvet surface.

I licked my dry lips and slowly opened my eyes. I stared at the thing in my right hand. A wave of anger, grief and guilt washed over me.

My eyes started to burn with hot tears, but I couldn't let them out. I just.....can't.

I blinked my tears away and stared at the object with a slight love for it. I couldn't stop but feel overly protective of it. Afterall, it is the only thing left of my short lived family. All because i wasn't good enough.

It was a tattered old photo. But it made my heart complete.

My dad, the kindest and strongest man I will ever know. My mum, the most prettiest in the family. My sister....

I slide the picture back below the pillow and layed my head on it. I gulped and closed my watering eyes again. I don't want to cry, not here, not now, never.

I bit the inside of my bottom lip and heard for any commotion outside my curtain. Nothing.

I slid the curtain of my bunk aside, trying to get out of this goddamn place for a moment. But as soon as I slid the curtain open, I wished I hadn't...

Whoa! What the hell us happening? What will happen next? I cant wait ugh.
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