Why does it feel so right to crash and burn, to mourn for him as if he's dead?
I wondered as I stared at the stranger stood in front of me. Her hair was hung limply above her shoulders, and her eyes were glassy and dull - they seemed to be staring into another world. Every bone protruded from under her skin, which was so pale it seemed almost translucent. I knew this person was myself - I was looking at a mirror for heavens sake - I just refused to believe it. That was not me, rather a ghost of my former self.
I tore my eyes away and wandered over to the sofa beneath the small window. I sat down, pulling my knees up to my chin and gazed at the horizon out of the frost covered glass. The sky glowed an unearthly red as the sun began to set. I sniffed, blinking my eyes furiously to force back the tears that were creeping out from behind my eyelids. There was a knock at my door, it startled me momentarily, but I didn't move.
"Can I come in?" Crystal asked through the wood.
"Go away!" I wailed, throwing a shoe at the door with more force than I'd expected. It hit the door with a loud bang
before falling to the floor.
Crystal opened the door slowly, one eyebrow raised at me. "Wow." She laughed, walking across the room and sitting down next to me. "Look. I haven't even heard from you in months-"
"Seems like years." I mumbled.
"What's wrong? I've not seen you like this since your dad-" she stopped dead, seeing my reaction at the mention of him "sorry. But please, you've gotta tell me what's up. Is it Zakk?"
I shook my head. He is the least of my problems.
"No, it's, um..." My voice trailed off, I couldn't even say his name.
"Tell me this, then: What happened when you disappeared?"
I froze, remembering that Crystal didn't even know Shane existed, never mind that he was Zakk's brother and I loved him as well as the fact that I knew he could well be dead right now.
"Zakk has a brother." I muttered.
"I know, Theo-"
"Not him." I interrupted. "Another brother. A brother that I- I fell for the minute I layed eyes on him." I mumbled almost too quiet for her to hear.
"Whoa, so you mean you...?" She didn't finish, but I understood. I nodded without saying a word. "What's his name? Looks? Tell me everything.
" She squealed, as if we were kids in a playground.
"He's called Sh-" my voice quavered, "Shane. And h-he - I can't."
"Then write it down." She searched around her for a second before handing me a notepad and a pen. I scribbled down every exact detail, fighting back the urge to cry. Handing it back to her, I rested my head on my knees as she read it.
"Are you sure you didn't just describe Zakk?"
I nodded. "I'm pretty sure."
"Right, so you met this guy, and then what? What happened that made you disappear for almost a week?" She asked, but I didn't reply. "O-kay, you don't wanna talk about it. What's got you so down, then?"
Just thinking about it made me upset, and I instantly burst into tears, unable to say or do anything else.
"Oh, god. Come here," she crept closer, wrapping her arms around my shoulder as I continued to sob. "Calm down, it's alright."
I didn't even here her, the only thing racing through my mind was images of Shane, the way he talked, his laugh, everything about him. And I just kept wishing, praying he was still here, that he was Ok - even just alive.
Hey guys! This is the first chapter of the sequel to Never Forget! Really hope you like
(btw if this is the first time you've read this story, I suggest reading Never Forget first, although you don't need to
You know what "Normal" is? A setting on a washing machine. No one wants to be that.