2)chapter two
*36 Hours Later*
"Where the fuck do you live?"
The sonorous sound of transmitting trains struck into my ears as I interrogated my former best friend down the phone , her faltering voice overpowered by the rapid transport in front of me.
"Just tell me where you live and I'll explain it later" I demanded.
"Ramsey Street , Hornsby..." she stammered down the phone.
"I really appreciate your in-depth description of where you live , it's abnormally beneficial towards me in this intense time." I replied , hostile sarcasm laced in my voice.
"It's a small,white house with the number 57 imprinted on the front door" she informed.
"Thanks , I'll be there in 2 hours at maximum"
"It's 5:15am Poppy !"
"Call me Cat"
"Why..."
"Just shut up and deal with it , this is fucking important" I hissed and slammed my numbed fingertip on the red 'hang up' button.
Gushes of fetid air, coalesced with hazy cigarette and train smoke met with my nose. My throat racked abrupt coughs.
Australia was portrayed as buoyant, blithe country where unforgettable memories are created alongside the sweltering sun yet I remained sitting on the numbing,gravel pavement of a desolate train station , attempting to escape the haunted secrets that lurked in my past.
Shutting my eyes in distress, I dug my chaffed nails into the palm of my biting hand. I can't fuck this up.
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My disfigured,damaged knuckles pulsated the colossal inky door. Enveloping my bottom lip with my teeth , I desirously stomped my worn,frayed laced Doc Martens against the tawny,welcoming mat underneath me.
"Fucking piss take..." I viciously murmured.
The door hesitantly gaped open , revealing my sleep-deprived best friend. Despite her fair highlights , her appearance had remained the same as four years ago - the same chocolate eyes,the same tinted skin,the same plump smile.
"Popp-Cat!" she exclaimed , her face forming into an instant smile.
"Hey..."
Gripping me tightly,she wrapped her diminutive arms around my tall figure.
"It's been so long!" declared Sophie.
"Yeah..."
The heel of my combat boots slammed against the door.
"What's new ?" Sophie questioned , her minute palm sheathing around my wrist as she lead me into the kitchen.
"Well..."
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My chapters are incredibly short at the current moment , they'll grow in length soon !
-Grace🌟
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FanfictionMy name is Poppy ; not very malicious , I know - but if you ever find somebody drowning helplessly in their own blood , with a blood red poppy in their grip , you know who to expect.
