Walled | Sequel to 'Stitches in a thread'

Twelve

"I'm heading to sleep " I spoke up grabbing a water bottle , "you alright ?" Cam questioned . I nodded "just got a headache - and a bit tired " I stated waving bye to everyone . I slowly walked up each step . I remembered the ones that creaked , and the ones that didn't , almost like it was yesterday . But it wasn't , and it isn't .

I dropped myself down on the bed , starring up at the ceiling . It was painted so , with the lights off , you could see the stars . She had a love for the stars - but she'd always say "I love what I'll never be " . I still don't understand what she meant , but it meant a lot to her . Maybe that's why I remembered it ...

I re arranged the pillows , so that I could get comfortable , and slowly but surely I began to drift to sleep . Hoping for a Dream, I wouldn't wake up from.

My eyes opened frantically , as I began falling ... I started to struggle against the air that seemed to pull me straight down . But the more I struggled the slower I began to fall , and eventually I just gave up - hitting the ground .

"I'm fine !" I shouted sitting up , just as the door creaked open slightly. Squinting slightly , I saw nothing .
I could've sworn I closed the door before .....

Sighing deeply I stood up slowly , making my way over to the door .
Peering outward the lights were off and it seemed as if everyone was asleep .... I'm hearing things now Great!

Pushing aside the thought I shut the door silently , flicking on the light as I stepped on towards the desk .
Hesitating slightly I took a seat , and stared at the framed and dusty photo .

It was us , me and her - her and I . We were thirteen in this photo , I remember this day because it was the day she realized it was us against the world .

We were outcasts back then , but then specifically Is when she announced it . I remember laughing because I had no idea how to answer that . Or maybe I remember it because she was happy - back then things were easier , life was close but so far away , we felt like time was our friend and the rules were our enemies .

I rubbed the dust off with my thumb , before slowly pushing the photo frame back down . Forcing myself I walked over to her bookshelf , where she placed anything she held dear .
There was a few books , but it mostly contained items .

I ran my hand along them all , feeling the heaviness fall on my chest, making me wish I could just hold her hand . But I can't , and I won't ever get to again .
Have you ever ached to remember the way something- someone feels , sounds , looks like ? As you slowly begin to feel them slipping from your minds grasp , but no matter how hard you try to hold on they slip faster , and faster until the memory of them is so distant you only remember their name and why you no longer have them .

Complicated right ? Well the mind is a complicated place , she knew that . I guess I didn't believe her .