You open your eyes, it's blurry to see but you can see farmland. Tracy. You were here finally. You still did not want to be here. You know 'she' would want to see you, but you knew you wanted her out of your life.
Every fake and generic smile you put on to make her feel better made you feel sick. You hated 'her'. You hated every thing about her.
The music she liked, the clothes she wore, her unfunny jokes, and her stupid laugh. You wanted it all gone!
A few days later
"Emily it has been a few years since you've seen Zoe. Do you want to see her." Your godmother Becky asked.
This was your chance, to tell her off. To tell her how wrong she was. To tell her everything you hated about her. Every single detail.
" Yes" You responded.
A few minutes in advance
You arrive in her parking lot, finally you get to get this off of your chest.
She stumbled out the door, looking horrible.
Dark black circles under her eyes, she looked like her cheeks were stained with tears. She walked over and gave you a huge. You notice that she has a large box in her hands. She gives it to you, and you give it a greedy look.
You slowly open it, to your surprise it is filled with things from your childhood.
Toys,books,drawings, and even a few knickknacks.
" It's everything that you ever gave me. I thought you might have wanted your stuff back." She said sadly.
She walks back inside the house.
Wow okay.
You guess your going home.