A Beautiful Life [C. H.]

Part 6

I take my breath out. My body feels really numb.

"Give him the water, rush!," Ashton pats my back as instructing Michael to take a glass of water for me.

"FUCK YOU!," I skim the glass Michael tries to give, making it falls down and cracking into pieces.

But I don't care. I run myself out the door and go back to my room.

Blossom. Really?

I take out my phone and reaching for Blossom. "Pick it up, bitch!". I eventually slam it down after the times she wouldn't pick it.

I did it all the time since I was told by everyone that she'd already gone; my way from LA to Australia.

"Don't be stupid for calling her again," Luke appears and sits his ass down beside me on my bed.

I burry my face onto my tights, holding my screams and everything.

"Calum, listen to me, I don't know if I can make you feel any better for me to being here, but I just want you to know that I'm sure- we're all sure that you have done your best to make her feel happy on her last days, for you to being so careful to her, I'm sure she was so glad to leave with those treatments".

Luke, Michael, and Ashton has been talking to me so much since the news, trying to make me calm down which never really work.

All I got in my head is Blossom's face haunting. I'm really really sorry for not being there in her last day.

Mom, dad and Mali probably are at Blossom's house already for the soon funeral.

Me? I'm still in my house, never ready to get out and walk towards her house and watch her body freezes. Never ever.

"I feel really free for you to have your time with your own, Calum. Me with the boys will always be downstairs if you ready," Luke says as staring at me for seconds and leaves.

I stand myself up, walking towards the mirror and have a look. Blubbers on my face, swollen eyes, and I don't care. I try to tearing my fuckin hair out, get really mad with my own self.

You should never leave her, Calum.

My eyes are distracted on a book that laying on my desk which I see from the mirror.

I turn back and grab the book. The mini note pad, specifically.

It slightly sticks on the desk which makes me have to tug it up a little.

Its covered black and has a thin numbered pages with a pink flower was printed over it.

'Blossom,' the first page is written.

It was Blossom's.

Who put it here, by the way?

I also find a self made pocket inside it, and I'm surprised to see a polaroid picture of me handing a guitar with a red tank top on.

I looked really terrible. It was taken the day when I got a new guitar from my parents, Mali and Blossom for my 16th birthday. It was a candid photograph. The date of the day is also written on the back of it, '01/25/12'.

I encourage my self to turn the page into the next one.

'Dear Calum,

Well, I write this book for you, my special one. I've been making a promise to you to write you one, so I will start here. Though I have no idea whether you remembered it or no.

So, in this book, I will write everything about us, especially about you. Calum Thomas Hood.

P. S.

Sorry if its a short one and inappropriate book to be.

Xoxo,
Blossom.'

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