The Point of No Return {sequel to The Arbitrary life of Avery Blake [teacher]}

The Point of No Return {sequel to The Arbitrary life of Avery Blake [teacher]}18

I decided that this couple probably wanted to be alone so I moved to the other side of the cliff face, sitting down and pulling my knees into my stomach, looking out towards the sea.

And that’s where I fell into a dreamful sleep.

Firstly I dreamt of Cole.

I dreamt that he found me but only to tell me he never wanted to see me again and that i disgusted him. I immediately thought it was because of Kimberly.

I then had dreams full of just Kimberly.

She was mad at me first, then she hated me and then she was telling me she was my sister all over again.

Lastly and worst of all, I dreamt that I had been lost for years and years…too many to count. I watched my life flash through the lonesome years until I eventually developed wrinkles and my grey hair began to show.

Then, once again, Cole found me, but this time, it was too late.

I had died.

I had been lost for so long that I had died of old age. All that was left of me was a grey haired, wrinkly mess. Cole ran to me (he, somehow sill remained looking young and beautiful). He fell to his knees and picked me up with his arms and shook me like crazy, shouting, yelling, and screaming for me to wake up.

And that’s when I did.

But there was no Cole for me to be woken up by, no. I was woken up by the harsh coldness of rain.

I wasn’t sure how long it had been raining for, might have been five minutes, maybe even five hours. But all I knew now was that I was completely saturated.

But the way I looked at it, it was just another complication added to my other many complications.

However, I remained relatively calm. I wasn’t sure if I had hit the point of insanity and I was well over the line that it somehow translated to calmness…to some strange kind of tranquillity.

But how else was I meant to act? I couldn’t be constantly on edge or I wouldn’t have any hair left. I guess I just didn’t have the energy to be anything other than relatively normal.

As I tried to refocus my thoughts, I realized it was around noon… but as for the day and the exact time; I had no clue.

But it didn’t matter, I didn’t see any way I was going to survive this. One day, like my dream, I was going to be found dead, crumpled in a ball. As people would walk past this cave, they would be like “Oh, that’s where that weird chick died, what was her name? Angie? Ashley?”

I was probably forgotten…long forgotten. They probably thought I was dead by now. Or maybe they thought I had gotten kidnapped or even that I killed myself.

But what about Kimberly and Cole? Quite frankly, I didn’t want to think about it.

I had mixed feelings about Cole right now. New feelings (or well, feelings that I hadn’t felt in a while) bubbled up inside of me. But I wasn’t quite sure what exactly they were.

I wish I could see him at least one more time…we didn’t end in the way I would have liked. What if I truly died or no one ever found me, I wouldn’t have had the chance to tell him how I truly felt.

Then there was Kimberly. I was fairly angry at her…too emotionally drained to be anything worse. I just didn’t understand how my sister –my true blood – could have been so close to me for so long and I didn’t notice. You’d like to think that you could recognise a relative from a stranger. And the way she acted towards me was incomprehensible! She was constantly at my throat, always making me on edge. She slapped me, caused me great harm and I wasn’t going to forget about the time she threw herself at Cole and I witnessed it…causing me to lash out and cut myself, leaving me unconscious at the hospital.