The Blackest Day

Chapter 9

It was useless.

All those memories came back to my mind during the nights, sometimes I was lucky and managed to fall asleep before they continued, but that night, everything was repeating vividly. Regardless, I didn't go through any process in learning how to cope with Misty's death.

The fondest and maybe the only memory I had of the Coven that didn't make me feel terrible was when I met Stevie Nicks, the first thing I asked Stevie was if Misty fainted when she first saw her, her response was affirmative, it was obvious. We took a picture and chatted a little, I was a big fan but she was not my hero or my idol like she was to Misty, so I just felt really nervous and excited, because it was Stevie fucking Nicks!

Who could've thought that months later, just listening to her music brought me back to Misty and the Coven, that I would avoid everything related to my best friend at all cost for I felt a pain in my chest.

Completely exhausted, I took out a marijuana cigarette and lit it, opening the window overlooking the city. I had to admit that Cordelia seriously chose an amazing apartment for me, but I still hated her.

She texted me a lot since the first day I moved, I always ignored her, so I did with my parents, they didn't even know where I was. I did not want to talk to anyone from New Orleans, I did not want to talk the main responsible that Misty was not with me probably having a sleepover, since we always had that dream of moving together by the forest as soon as I finished college.

As I watched the city and felt the air, I began to think that I had already fulfilled everything Misty had asked me: I graduated from university and I became the psychologist I aspired to be. I thought that it would make me happier than it actually made me, but all I could think was how I really wished Misty was there to witness it.

I loved Jeff and Mutt, I really did, but Misty... I was sure she was my soulmate, not in the romantic sense, but in the friendship sense. Every time I was with her, I felt that she was a part of my soul, when we hugged, I felt that we were one, and Misty felt the same. When I found out she died, it felt like that part of my soul, the only good part, was abruptly taken away from me.

Those thoughts started to faint, that was why I used to smoke marijuana so much. Suddenly, I began to feel very relaxed and very sleepy after finishing my third marijuana cigarette. I lay down on my bed, looked up at the ceiling and slowly closed my eyes.

I didn't know how many hours had passed, but I heard my alarm shortly after falling asleep. I didn't want to get up to exercise, so I went back to sleep and set my alarm for 8:00 a.m.

Those three extra hours felt like glory, I woke up a little more animated, although I was still very sleepy.

And after having two cups of coffee to endure the day, I went to get a shower, brushed my teeth and applied light makeup.

Even though there were five hours to go to see Venable, I was already very nervous, I could never get enough of her. The simple fact of seeing her made my day, but after having talked with her for hours, I wanted to listen to her for a long time, the rest of my life.

I had never felt that way, of course I had liked people before, but this was different, her physique attracted me, then her attitude intrigued me, and finally, her personality struck me.

It was too early to say that I was in love with her, I was not, but I was sure that if we continued this way, eventually I would fall deeply in love. And I was afraid, that maybe she would hurt me or not feel the same way, but I decided not to think about it and focus on the present. We were going to have lunch together, she started to like me and treat me way differently. That was more than enough.