Storms

Chapter 2

Storms by Watty

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"Remember that I love you more than anything, I'll always need you. Keep hanging on" I wipe the tear that escaped my eye, looking at the lifeless body infront of me.

Walking out of the door I bump into a tall masculine body, as I look up I see a very familiar face.

"Erin?"

"Um, yeah who are you?" I question.

"Jason....in your school?"

"Oh, yeah hi" I look down.

"What are you doing in a hospital?" He asks.

"Oh, nothing. I'm just visiting my, my cousin." I smile, fakely may I add.

"Your cousin is..." He looks at the door I just exited. "David Striger? Aged 43?"

"I...i have to go"

"Wait I-"

The door swings closed as I speed walk towards my car.

You know that feeling when you feel as though you have no one? When you feel as though you alone, your friends aren't true, when you don't even know yourself anymore.

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He was there, listening as I shout at him.

He left, shaking his head with his fist clenched, I'm stood alone, nine o'clock at night, I'm at home as he exits the door.

Before I know it it's 12 PM. The phone rings.

When I say I'm worried, dissapointed in my self, scared, there all under statements.

"H-hello?"

"I'm sorry" A female voice cracks.

"No." I broke down, crying right there as I run out of the door, trying to find the local place.

The orange light blinds me, literally blinding me.

It's stinging my eyes and I'm struggling to open them, then I realise. There wet, damp from my endless stream of tears.

Having bad dreams for the past 2 years is very tiring. A lot of people ask me how I look so god, they don't even know I don't sleep, I don't even know how I don't have black eyes everyday from the bags under them.

I guess that's the trick of holding ice on my eyes every morning.

As I walk out of my front door I check my outfit: black leggings and a belly top with some red converse.

When ever I think of somthing it leads to somthing.

Do you get me? No? Neither do I really.

Whenever I think of somthing, it relates to somthing I try to forget. Like when you have a crush and they call you Cotton Candy, then when you eat that food, you think of them after your huge breakup. Not that I have a crush, just saying.

"Erin are you listening?" Jess' snaps her fingers in front of my face.

"Hm? What? Sorry no"

"Oh my god! Your so annoying! I'm trying to tell you how my parents are doing my heading! They keep wanting to spend time with me!" She groans,whilst picking at her salad.

Lucky for me, I'm naturally thin so I don't have to eat that tasteless food.

"Excuse me? Your lucky you have parents to spend time with!"

"You have your dad!"

"Yeah well he's always away, on business trips!"

"Whatever! You can make it up to me for ignoring me by coming to Jason's party tonight!" She squeals.

"No thanks, I'm not interested in partys" I shift my gaze to the floor.

"Erin! You haven't been to a party for 2 years! You have to come! You used to come all the time!"

Yes, that is exactly why I don't want to, do you know what problems it caused?

"Fine. I'll go but only for a while."

"YEY!" She squeaks.

But I didn't know what I was getting my self into.

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