Chapter 8

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Noel's Point Of View

It's been three months since I've been here. Three terrifying months worth of torture. I don't know why my mother decided to just pack my stuff up and send me to Australia. Oh, I forgot. It's supposed to help me get over the love of my life, who's gone and gone forever.

This is probably the useless thing I've ever seen or done. Having to spend your life thousands of miles away from you were just because you want something to change.

My mom was probably in a mental state when she came up with the idea of sending me away from home, just to make me forget. I haven't done any forgetting, nor I will.

All day, I've been in bed. There's nothing to do here. Aunt Cathy is at work.

I walked downstairs to make lunch. I heated up some rice from the other day and sat at the table. As soon as I took a bite of food, the doorbell rang. I groaned and walked to the door. It's Lauren.

"Hey, what's up?" I said, letting her come inside.

"Uh, nothing much," She said. "I just wanted to see if you wanted to hang out or something today."

"Uh, sure, I guess," I said.

Lauren followed me to the kitchen and watched as I sat at the table. I gestured her to come sit and she followed.

"Hannah is bullying me even worse now," She said.

"I'm sorry about that," I said, softly smiling at her.

"Tell me about yourself," She said. "I kind of want to get to know you."

"Uh, my full name is Noel Annabelle Dawson," I said. "I'm seventeen years old and I'm from Arizona. My mother sent me here because I have a problem. And I have depression."

"Can I help you with your problem?" Lauren asked, raising her eyebrows in sudden interest.

"It's kind of complicated, actually," I said.

"Can I ask you something?" Lauren asked.

"Sure," I said.

"What's depression like?" She asked me.

"Depression is like being on your period," I said. "Out of nowhere, it hits you. You fall to the ground in pain and crying. But instead of the pain of cramps, it's the pain for realizing you're all alone and that nobody even stops to care. That's what depression is like."

"I'm sor-," Lauren said.

"Don't," I said. "I don't take sympathy from others. I'm not trying to sound selfish or anything."

"I get it," Lauren said, smiling a little. "Want to take a walk? It feels great out."

I nodded and put my dishes in the sink. I slipped on toms and followed Lauren outside.

The wind blows my brunette hair everywhere. It feels great. Wind is kind of a stress reliever. It blows it away. I don't know why, but wind is kind of one of my favorite things. I barely even have favorite things. Things I used to love, I now hate. I pretty much ruined myself because the one I love is gone.

We approached a small park. It's different from the one I always went to, the one Luke always sees me at.

Why the hell am I even thinking about Luke?

Oh, yeah. He's a clone to Landon. I shook my head and next to Lauren on the bench.

"This park is beautiful," Lauren said, glancing at me.

I nodded. "It's pretty."

After about twenty minutes of silence, we both decide it's time to leave. I walked Lauren home.

While walking home, I studied the scenery in this neighborhood. It's filled with houses. A lot of kids are playing in the driveway or in the street. Parents are on their front porch, drinking coffee or reading the newspaper. They seemed happy. Just by looking at the smiles on their faces, they tell a lot.

I frowned. I put my hood over my head and stuffed my hands in my pockets of my sweatshirt. I looked at the ground and continued walking.




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