forget avery

taxi.

why must i feel miserable about this? the thought of her nonexistence is tugging at me incessantly. even everyday activities remind me of her. reading books. drinking coffee. it's tiresome. i don't even have any friends any more. all of my friends were avery's friends. and no, pyper is barely my friend. she's the closest i've gotten to making a friend, though. i pick up the mcdonald's cup and flinch when it makes a discrete squeaky-noise from the rain. i walk blatantly to the trash can across from me and toss the cup into it. i sigh when i miss the shot from a few meters away, then i pick it up and drop it into the black cylinder. i cannot fathom why everything has been so nonchalant today. i would assume it'd be quite horrible, but really, it seems more apathetic than that. nevertheless, i met pyper. she presumably cheered me up-for what seemed like a few hours. we're a lot a like, i think. i realize i'm standing awkwardly in front of the trashcan, brooding once more. i turn and walk back to the bench, plopping down on it. i decide it's the right time to finally use my phone, just in case i'd received any important messages. and of course-as i predicted-there are only messages from my mom and oddly enough from some of my co-workers. none from my brother. wait, why hasn't he texted me? he probably emailed me if not by text. i normally wouldn't be worried by something as petty as this. but before avery died, she didn't send me anything. from then on, i came to be bothered when somebody who undoubtably sent me tons of messages daily didn't send a single thing. no calls. no emails. no text messages. i find myself breathing heavily and quick-paced. i call him and as the phone rings i think oh my god, please let him be alive.

"kayden? are you okay?" the sound of my brother's voice reassures me and i sigh.

"yeah, i'm fine." i say as i get up to go somewhere where it isn't raining. i look around and realize i'm literally right in front of a starbucks, so i awkwardly turn around and push open the door.

"...hello?" he asks, still worried. i approach the nearest chair and promptly sit down and sigh.

"i may or may not have thought you died." i admit.

"woah, dude. seriously?"

"well, yeah-you didn't text or call me at all today."

"oh... that... sorry. i was with my boyfriend."

"is liam really more important than me today?"

"no... sorry. i really am. i usually text you a lot. i really am sorry." he apologizes sincerely.

"whatever. today's been pretty weird, anyway."

"how so?"

"i don't know. i'll call you later. tell liam i said hi."

"wha-" i end the call before he can finish. i understand that he's growing up and that he's in a relationship and stuff, but it's still weird for him to not contact me. i think back to when i said that today's been weird and in all honesty, that statement is true. hopefully it won't be recurring throughout the day, for the least. i wipe the rain from my forehead with the back of my palm and turn to look out the window. of course it's still raining-great. it's also nearing 4:30 so it'd probably be a good time to start heading home. i exit the starbucks and hail a taxi. once i hop in, i ask the driver to take me to my apartment. after that i decide to avoid conversation due to the fact that i'm utterly tired and supposedly reckless. i unconsiously stare out the taxi's window. it's closed and i can see raindrops clinging to it, despite the fast pace the car is moving. in a way i kind of relate to those rain drops. avery's passed on, yet i cling to her reluctantly. instead of acting all sad about it i open the window, watching the raindrops slide away into the air. the cool breeze and rain mixed together somehow soothes me as they lightly pelt my cheeks. suddenly my euphoria is interrupted by a sudden halt of the car. the wind stops and all i can feel is the rain. ugh. i look outside the window and find that i cannot even see a stop sign, nevertheless a line of cars before ours.

"what's with the line?" i ask.

"not sure, son. im gonna check it out. i'll be right back." the taxi driver says, unbuckling his seatbelt and opening his door. i see him walking towards the end when i begin to hear sirens. my eyes widen as i think of the possibilities. i open my mouth to call him back, and my lip quivers before i come to a conclusion; this is just like when avery died.

omg this is getting interesting. i really really am excited to start writing the new chapter!! by the way-i say this evertime, i know-if you liked reading this chapter, please add forget avery to your reading list or vote for it! thank you! <3