A Year Without Snow

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Thursday, 3th March 2016 - The Past - part 2

I was midway through putting my pants on when I walked over to the mirror that stood above his dresser, it was cracked in the middle but I could still see my that lips and the area around them were deep red, as were my cheeks contrasting with the darkness beneath my eyes.

"Goddamn it! What do they want!?" Jack asked in a furious tone as he rapidly put on a t-shirt, the doorbell still running desperately as background noise.

I continued looking at my reflection, trying to understand what would happen now, what would change in me, who was the person that was staring back at me.

"But do I know you?" I heard faintly the conversation coming from the hallway.

I could hear only traces of it, as I still looked at myself through the cracked mirror.

"I came to get her." My eyes were red, it looked like I had been crying.

"But why?"

"Because I have to, just let me in, boy."

"It's okay, I'll go get her." I heard Jack say in an irritated tone.

I heard his footsteps up the corridor when he opened the door and said, "There's someone here to see you."

"What? Here?" I asked frowning, confused as if waking up from a dream and coming to my senses.

I crossed the room and picked up my phone that had fallen from the ground. 28 unanswered calls. Most of them from my mother.

No. No. No. No. Not this, not now. Not today! I wasn't ready.

I put on my shoes in a hasty motion and picked up my bag from the floor before rushing out of the room. At the doorway stood Angelina in a spotless beige suit, with her perfect hair held up high in a notch. She wore an expression I didn't want to interpret.

"Angelina..." I said in a whisper as I crossed the hall to meet her.

"C'mon, honey." She said extending her hand for me to take as she once had done when I was a kid, welcoming me into her home.

Without giving it a second thought I took it.

"Daisy?" I heard Jack behind me. "You're leaving?"

"I'll talk to you later," I said giving him a brief glance before Angelina led me to her car.

"I brought my car here," I said to her as she opened the door for me to enter.

"It's okay, we'll get it later." She assured me.

When she turned on the engine and gave me a worried side look.

"We've been trying to reach you for a while, Daisy. You can't turn your phone off like that." She said in a sweet tone. This woman couldn't sound irritated if she wanted to.

I wanted to say that I wasn't doing anything worth turning my phone off, but didn't because I was sure if I opened my mouth I would immediately start cry.

"Your mom has been very worried." She said taking her eyes from the road to spare me what I assumed was a worried look. I didn't see it because I was facing away from her, looking out of the window, trying with all my might to hold in the tears. I wanted to ask the question, but I didn't want to get the answer.

As expected when the time came to turn to our street she took the opposite turn, and that's when I let my head hit the headrest and a lonely tear slide down my face. I had all the confirmation I needed. This was on the run to be the worst day of my life.