Ten Days To My Death

The Third Day (Pt. 2)

Finally, the lessons for the day was almost over. It was Mr Rey's class, and this time I was drawing Ranboo from the Dream SMP. Chace, like usual, was just casually talking to me as if he had completely forgotten that his face was still injured.
I admired it. I admired his ability to stay happy. I admired his skill to keep smiling. I admired the way he could still be normal even when he went through bad times. Losing someone close to him. I lost my father, my mother lost herself, and mostly, I was lost.
But he was bringing me back. Back to life. Back to normal.
I took a deep breath.
"Chace?" I almost mumble, but I have confidence brimming inside me.
"Yeah? What is it?"
"I'll tell you. Everything." Was I going to do this? Really?
"Uhhh. What? About what?" confusion is clearly written on his face.
"Oh uhm. Why I'm so... I don't know. Quiet. Or why everyone stares at me. I don't know. I'll tell you."
"You sure..? Can I tell this to to her people?"
"No. Not at all." I emphasise. Only Chace, only Chace could know. Only Chace. Just Chace.
"So...I'll just go to where it began. At first I was normal, a normal kid with normal parents and normal friends. But... But then I don't know. My, my father. My dad....he...he...he was driving. Driving to work. Like always,"
"Oh no," Chace whispers.
"Yeah... And he..he was driving too fast, he just...crashed. And you know what? I was there,"
"What? In the car?" Chace's eyes are full of sadness.
"No. It was our routine. I'd take the bus to my middle school by myself. And since my dad... My father.... He always headed out at the same time as me. So we'd always wave whenever my bus passed by his car. We'd wave... And smile, and- and continue. But maybe... Maybe I made him angry that day.. I broke his mug? But he was driving faster. He waved. No smile. I waved, with a smile and looked to the front but I just... I heard a crash," I feel a sob coming up. I swallow it.
"I'm so sorry..." his eyes are glossy. With tears.
"And of course I looked...i looked to my right. And there the car was. Just... There. Smashed. Into a wall. Crushed. At that moment I felt... I wished that the wall was made out of foam. The car wouldnt have just.. Just gone. Like that. I.. I couldn't see him go. My own dad. I was looking...looking away. I didn't see him leave this earth. He just... Went. And I didn't know!" a tear forms in the side of my eye. The lump in my throat, almost to huge to swallow. I inhale deeply.
"Take your time," Chace pats my back and I bury my face in my hands. Muffling my words.
"And so.. Then I just ran. Ran down the bus and towards our car. My dad was inside. He wasn't gone, was he? The light... It was there. The shimmering of light. The beam of hope...that he hadn't left yet.. But- but-" a tear rolled down my cheek. I wipe it away almost instantly.
"But smoke was rising. There was smoke... Coming from the car. Tiny sparks, too..." I whisper. Chace was listening so intently I was surprised.
"And they pulled me away, they saw it- the sparks and they pulled me away. They wanted me to be safe... Of course, of course I struggled. The shimmer of hope... It was turning into sparks." I take a deep breath once again.
"And then it happened. Red. Yellow. White. The explosion. The car, right in front of me... Just exploding. Gone. The light, the hope...gone. I could feel it- the feeling that my dad, my crazy dad, my friendly father- gone. I couldn't feel him there anymore. His presence dissipated....and I didn't know what to do. The bus captain was holding me towards the ground. I was just... Sprawled there- the bus captain hugging me tight on top of me. Trying to prevent me from being hurt...the tears were starting, you know? Everyone seemed to be trying to protect me. Aside from me, everyone else was in the bus except for one other guy- trying to help. H-he was so... So brave, just standing there with his back to the explosion, shielding me and the captain from the sparks. I saw it unfold- the bus captain struggling to hold me down.. And-and the brave guy protecting me. But I didn't realise it then... I only saw my father disappearing. Sparks were still flying, one or two landed on me but I didn't bother to wince. My father... He was t-there."
"Do you still want to continue? I'm here to listen.. " Chace comforts me, hand still patting my shoulder. My heart feels like it sank to my stomach.
"I can continue... Anyways, he disappeared and the rest happened too quickly, I can barely remember. I didn't go to school, of course... I got sent to the hospital and my mom rushed over soon after- my dad, I don't know. They didn't say. I didn't get to say that he was my dad. As I was pulled away with the ambulance... I opened my mouth but- but...! But I was... I was too scared.. To shocked to speak.. " He never had a funeral. His body disintegrated. Into the flames. One with the flames.."
"So...so you never got to see him for the last time..? You just, let it... Let it go?"
"Yeah... I know it sounds weird buy it happened. I told my mom about it....and she just went 'Okay, tarctica.' That was her nickname for me, by the way. 'okay, kiddo..' and she just closed her door...the next day she was... Different. No breakfast on the table. So I just grabbed some milk... Drank it and headed to school- on a cab. I just used some of my savings to get a cab, I couldn't... I couldn't face sitting in a bus. Not so soon... And it just continued. No breakfast. No laughs, no kisses. I was... I was all alone. It was a ghostown... My grades dropping, losing my friends. Losing myself. Losing my mother. It was so bad... But I met you."
He smiles, just slightly.
"And I don't know, I've just felt better now that I've met you. It doesn't... It doesn't change anything about my family though. My mother doesn't care about me anymore, doesn't even give me allowance anymore. At first she would try, try to leave a note and my allowance for the day but the notes shortened from 'Hey sweetie! Have a great day at school, here's your allowance! Stay safe!' to 'ur allowance' and then slowly there wasn't a note anymore... Followed by no money."
"Uh, so how do you get your money?"
"I.. Don't? I stopped eating lunch, I guess. And if I found money on the floor I'd smile and keep it. These days...i...i just ignore it. I- I have dinner anyway."
Just instant noodles though.
"So what do you eat for dinner?" Chace asks. He just had to.
"Uhm...Just normal stuff I guess? Like- noodles and some vegetable with abit of meat. Usually... Chicken?" I lie hesitantly. What did normal people even eat for dinner?
"What! Thats kind of little, I have either bread or rice with something roasted and two varieties of vegetable and of course egg, like either fried or steamed. And soup, sometimes herbal and sometimes mushroom or cream of tomato. Oh! And I can't forget the fries, there's fries every alternate day, served with a milkshake. My favourite is the cookies and cream one, and after dinner we have dessert like either cake or pudding, sometimes jelly," He stops when he notices me just staring blankly at his deep blue eyes, my stomach growling.
"Oh. Um. Sorry! I mean.... Noodles and soup is great too. I'm sorry if I sounded like I was bragging... " he immediately apologises and I just sit there bewildered. He should be, like a million pounds be now.
"Shoot, it's time to go home." I check my watch and notice that the classroom is empty, class just ended and I didn't notice.
It felt good to tell someone about the accident.
It felt good to talk.
It was the best day of my life ever since years ago.

A/N
Wow. Now you know the story! And i was so hungry after I described Chace's dinner lol. Hope you enjoyed!! Stay tuned for day 4:)

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