The story about a certain ginger

Chapter 4

I could feel my pillow wet and sticky with snob. I knew it would have been a good idea to turn it around but what would that do? The other side was just as bad.

I had lost track of time a long time ago and it wasn't until I managed to bring myself to pick my phone up that I realised how late it was.

My dad was sound asleep from the sounds of it since I could hear his soft snores emanating from the room next door. My mom was downstairs, probably watching something on TV.

Neither of them seemed to take much notice that I was crying my eyes out.

It was 7 in the afternoon and I had officially been crying for three hours.

Why was my life so cruel?

As soon as I had gotten back from school and checked that message, I regreted it instantly.

It read; 'Dear fan, I am extremely sorry to have to deliver the sad news that the Demi Lovato concert you were to attend has been cancelled. We are very sorry for this and the money you have used will be deposited right back into your account. Have a very good day and we hope to see you soon!'

It took me a few seconds to take it all in. I was shattered

I had spent all my life waiting for a this and now it's going to be ruined because someone decided to cancel it? No way was I going to let that happen.

I tried sending a message back multiple times but to no avail. Then I tried ringing them but again in was cut off and later sent a message from Virgin asking politely to quit molesting the sender and that it would be much appreciated.

I lifted a finger to my phone and started swearing under my breath.

How could they expect me to be calm when my biggest wish in life had just been crushed into a box and thrown over the edge into dark murky waters.

I didn't start crying straight away but once my anger resided,  the tears came in hoards.

And here I was lying on my bed, sobbing uncontrollably, clutching a pillow to my stomach and the one under my bed wet with a mixture of snot and tears. I didn't care. At that moment I would have gladly rolled over anything out in front of me just to get what I had lost back.

Suddenly a thought popped into my mind. It was a crazy thought and in no way would help me through this. But this was something Van had brought up while giving me one of her very (and when I say very, I mean very) detailed explanations over why she liked this anime so much, she had come across a quote that picked my attention.

"Tears are how our heart speaks when our lips cannot describe how much we've been hurt" she had said. And I remembered it so clearly...

I broke down again when my sobs where stopped short by a knock on the front door. My dad was out like a sack of potatoes so I knew he was out of the question. My mom had had an operation recently and I knew that I should make her get up as least as possible.

In the end, I gave in. I made my way down the stairs slapping at my face with ferocity, trying to wipe as many of the the the tears away, I didn't want whoever was out there to see that I had been crying.

I kept going but was soon  given  away by the loud creak the stairs made as I stepped on one of them.

I could see through the blurred windows on the door the darkly dressed figure that loomed in my porch, I knew who would be there before I even opened the door.

The door flung open and there stood Van looking as striking as ever. She was dressed in her usual black skinny jeans and 'Dunlop' trainers, as she liked to call them. She had a white vest on that clung to her body just in the right places and a mini hoody on top. A nice black leather jacket hung loosely down her shoulders. Yup that's Van all right.