Promised a longer chapter: here it is. Enjoy :)
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Kyle
The door slams behind me and I walk out into the warm, March air. I smile as the heat touches my cheeks. The sun has decided to show itself today. I yank off my scarf and throw it on the coat hanger inside. I push up my glasses onto my nose and walk around the corner to Mama’s Diner.
I sit myself at the counter and spin around on the stool. I think about the last month I spent with Allie. She’s getting better, that I can tell. Everyday she has more colours in her face, her cuts are scarring, and the bump on her head has shrunk an inch since I’d first seen her. The waitress spots me swiveling around and slides over to me.
“Hey there!” she says cheerfully.
“Hey Hilda,” I answer smiling.
“How’s our young Allie doing?”
“Much better,” I answer, “She’s eating more, smiling more, and she even walked around last time I was there. Her leg’s doing much better.”
“Well, ain’t that nice,” she comments, the smile still imprinted on her face.
“Yeah, really is.”
As we talk, she prepares two sandwiches: one meatball sub and one BLT. Turns out, hospital food gives you nausea if you eat it for too long. I keep talking with her until I feel a tap on my shoulder. I spin around to meet a boy looking down at me: Shane.
“Hey champ,” he salutes me.
I swallow hard and yank off my glasses, pulling my hat lower over my eyes.
“Keep those glasses beauty,” he teases, “You look like a real nerd in those. Went to see Allie yet?” He winks and I wrinkle my nose.
He pats my shoulder and says, pouting, “Well, you’re not in a chatty mood.”
Yanking my hat off my head, he puts it on his and walks back to his friends’ booth where they’re calling him. I turn back the counter and find Hilda looking at me with a sad look on her face. I take the sandwiches and lemonades off the counter and throw my money down.
“Keep the change,” I say before walking out of the diner with a ring.
***
Walking with an angry pace to the hospital takes a shorter time than usual. I had stuffed the food into my backpack where I keep Allie’s new book for the week. The sun has decided to shrink back behind the clouds and I rapidly regret leaving my scarf at home.
I walk into the warmth of the reception, my nose and ears grateful for the heat. I sign in and race upstairs. All I want to do right now is be with Allie. She always knows what to say to convince me Shane isn’t a bad guy and that I would feel better. I already feel well at the thought of talking to her.
I reach the end of the corridor and hear the sound of the guitar playing and lyrics reaching my ears.
Hiding away
Hiding from the pain
The easy choice is yours to make
But when life gives you no option
And you got to make the right decision.
Open up
End the tears
The pain and the sorrow
You felt through the years
Hear the voice
YOU ARE READING
Things Not Said
Teen FictionKyle Jepsen and Andrew Carter, two artists with their lives ahead of them, never meet yet their lives intertwine in the most unexpected way. Both must live with the loss of loved ones and the hardship of life and, over the years, have learned to dea...
