One Hundred Days

Day 12

I was forced awake by my curtains being opened. There was a woman in my room and… this wasn’t my room. Oh yeah I was at the bed and breakfast. The woman had brought me breakfast. I smiled in appreciation.

“Thanka,” I whispered. The woman smiled back.

“It’s my job,” She laughed. I ate the breakfast realising I was hungry the last time I ate was only yesterday. I was getting used to food more often. Was that good or bad? I swung my legs off the bed and left. I ventured forward. No set destination except the final one was to be the house of my brothers. I stopped at the village shop and brought a road map. And I left another place. Mile after mile. Town after town till one caught my eye. Well a person caught my eye. This town had something about it. Something that I didn’t like. It was like I’d been before I was riding about till I came across a house that I recognised. I parked my bike and walked forward I don’t know what make me ring that door bell. A small old lady opened the door. She looked sad. Until she saw me. Her face brightened up.

“Chloe, you came,” She grinned. I smiled at her. This was my grandmother, “Is Michael with you sweetie?” She beckoned me in and the house was just as I remembered it, just a little more dusty. The TV was the old fat ones just like it used to be. That make me think of Mikey. To him I was lost, missing, but I wasn’t missing. Not to me. To me I was on a big adventure.

“No. He’s in Sidney still,” I sighed

“You shouldn’t leave by yourself, but I was the same. At your age I can’t blame you. I went for a whole six months. I went to America,” Gran started to reminisce. I listened to her sitting down on the stool by the fire. The grate empty and cold but it was a habit.

“You’re father misses you, you know. You should talk to him,” She said out of the blue, “He has three more children. Other than You and Mikey, they’re so sweet and visit me a lot,” I smiled at her. She was sweet still. I missed that.

“Thanka Gran, but I don’t think I can forgive him yet,” I sighed. Gran’s face fell.

“What did he do,” Gran asked

“He left walked out no words to me or Mikey for almost ten years Gran then now he turns up out of the blue,” I almost shouted. Gran looked angry. But was it at me or at Dad.

“He shouldn’t have done that, no man should ever do that,” She grumbled to herself. I sighed, “But you can’t ignore him for the rest of your life,” She added aiming it at me. I knew she was right. But first I had to find myself. Or get loose everything. You wouldn’t understand that. I just needed to be free from people telling me what I had to do. Free from fighting and I needed to feel like I could be happy again permanently. Not this temporary happiness that is often overtaken by sadness. I nodded at her, “Or you could lose something very important,” She interrupted my trail of thought. What would I lose? I had already lost Dad. Years ago. He was dead to me. I nodded.

“Gran. Can I stay here tonight,” I asked.

“Yes. You can leave when ever,” She winked, “And I won’t tell Michael you were here till you leave, I promise.” I grinned. She is great she always was. She wasn’t as old as she seemed. I guess the last few years had taken a toll on her she was only about sixty but she looked older.

“You have a computer in the spare room still,” I asked standing up. She nodded before I turned to leave the room.

“Help yourself to food when you get hungry or if you’ve got some in that bag you should get stocked up,” She called after me once I was on the landing entering the spare bedroom. I decided I would leave here tomorrow. I would never leave otherwise. I sat down at the computer. I looked pretty sleek and new. I booted it up and it started just as fast as my laptop.  I quickly went on Tumblr and made a post.

“The past is coming back, but I will always adventure onwards,” The post read. I quickly logged off and checked twitter. I had a DM from Cal I didn’t reply to it. But I tweeted what I posted to Tumblr before shutting down the PC. I felt a lone tear fall down my cheek.

“Chin up,” I whispered to myself. I wiped away the tear before running my hand through my hair. Surprisingly it wasn’t greasy just a bit dusty. I knew the boys would see that. Was it wrong to be so cruel? But was it not what was needed? I stood up. I knew I couldn’t just walk out now. I decided to grab something to eat before sleeping. Damn why was I so fucking tired. It wasn’t like I was doing physical exercise. I jogged downstairs and a song came on the radio. A great song,

“She sees them walking in a straight line, that's not really her style.

And they all got the same heartbeat, but hers is falling behind.

Nothing in this world could ever bring them down.

Yeah, they're invincible, and she's just in the background.

And she says,

"I wish that I could be like the cool kids,

'Cause all the cool kids, they seem to fit in.

I wish that I could be like the cool kids, like the cool kids."

He sees them talking with a big smile, but they haven't got a clue.

Yeah, they're living the good life, can't see what he is going through.

They're driving fast cars, but they don't know where they're going.

In the fast lane, living life without knowing.

And he says,

I wish that I could be like the cool kids,

'Cause all the cool kids, they seem to fit in.

I wish that I could be like the cool kids, like the cool kids.

I wish that I could be like the cool kids,

'Cause all the cool kids, they seem to get it.

I wish that I could be like the cool kids, like the cool kids.

And they said,

I wish that I could be like the cool kids,

'Cause all the cool kids, they seem to fit in.

I wish that I could be like the cool kids, like the cool kids.

I wish that I could be like the cool kids,

'Cause all the cool kids, they seem to fit in.

I wish that I could be like the cool kids, like the cool kids.

I wish that I could be like the cool kids,

'Cause all the cool kids, they seem to get it.

I wish that I could be like the cool kids, like the cool kids.

Whoa

Whoa

Whoa

Like the cool kids” I sang along, Nomming on some quiche. I felt full so I went back up to the spare bedroom. The one I and Mikey often shared when we stayed here when we were little. I lead down on the bottom bunk falling asleep quite quickly.

I could add this chapter in Mikey’s POV if you want me to.

- Kloe