It feels like the world has just been created. Like it has never seen the sun and its rays. Like the animals are running free for their first time. Like Im the happiest person ive ever been. Like Chris didnt die. Like i never even met him. Like i have absolutely no care in the world.
But something hangs in the pit of my stomach. A sense like this isnt going to stay bliss.
A sense of emptiness lurks in the inside of me. A ball of darkness that i know will soon spread all over and cause me to collapse in its fury.
I breathe in the fresh air. It surrounds me and feels spread out. For a change, i feel like im not being closed in. The chords no longer hang from my body. I finally feel free.
"Take this as a new start." my mother says breathing in the spring air.
"Oh please mom." i remarked as i walked away from her. I see our car. She automatically unlocks it as soon as i walk away. I open the passenger door and sling my body into the seat. I rest my elbow on the armrest. I glare out of the window. The warmth of the car sitting out here for so long, radiates around me. I close my eyes, trying to forget everything and clear my mind for atleast a minute. And ofcourse, its impossible to do so.
I hear my mothers muffled voice along with chris's mother.
"We will be in touch." my mother tells her.
"Great. I really appreciate that." she paused. "You know Samantha meant alot to my son. He admired her and she changed him. I had never seen him so happy in his entire life. He really loved her." she finished.
"Yea Samantha is the same way. She will always love him, I can tell you that. He changed her too. She was so happy and actually had something to look forward to. And now that this has happened, ive never seen her this sad in my entire life." She replies as she chokes on her words.
All that chris's mom does is smile. You can tell that shes in pain.
My mother hugs her. I smile at them hugging because maybe this has formed a friendship. The kind of friendship where the two women spill there hearts to eachother late at night and discuss their problems. The kind of friendship where they cry over their situations as they explain everything that is going on in their lives. The kind of friendship where they spend the night drinking wine like rich people acting elegant. Then, i snap out of my idea of friendship to see them still hugging as Chris's mom has a small tear running down her cheek. They release their hug and give one another a small smile as Chris's mom turns around and walks away. A single woman, now without her son. Maybe im not the only one lost.
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The Class Game
Teen FictionSamantha is a freshman. She has to put up with her typical teenage life, and the bullies. All of the outcast kids need a getaway. Thanks to Mrs. Lanel they get just that. Within their boring classroom lays a beautiful gem on their teachers desk. Onl...
