" The ache for home lives in all of us"
I spend 15 minutes crying alone clutching my teddy and crying into my dads shirt I felt alone...but then I heard a creek in the floor board and the sound of or creeky door opening I sit up to see what's happening I saw a light in the hallway , and my door opan with a shadowy figure in the hall I wipe my eyes to try and get a better look at who it is but it's still pretty unclear
"Lira...? Are you okay...? I can hear you crying" a familiar Scottish voice said as the figure came closer it was the boy from before , the one that gave pan back and sat next to me..Toby. , as he came over to my bed side I smile slightly "are you okay?...why are you crying?...nightmare ?" He asks "no...just homesickness ig...it's like everything is too different " I reply with my music still on in the background "oh well that's ok...I cryed my 1th night in care...I also cryed my 1th night here..I cryed a lot back then"he sighs
"One of my 1th nights here Mike taught me this...when things feel to different...focus on things that are the same..like the moon it's the same everywhere you go "Toby says as we look out of the window and admire the moon for a few moments his hand subconsciously on mine "try and list the things that are the same here then at your old place" he smiles "my music...pan... my seizures of course ...my clothes " i list "cool" he responds
"Are you feeling better now? " he asks I nod he stands up getting ready to leave but before he steps away I take his hand agin "w-wait...stay just for a few minutes ...please?..." I ask , Toby sits on the bed by me "just for a bit because this really isn't Aloud like really not " he replys I nod , we sit in silence for a few minutes
"What do we do? " Toby asks the question of the ages that is normally applied to every situation possible I have a spark of idea " wanna Lissen to some music and just....relax? " I nod I stwch off my record player and turn on my cd player grabbing any disc i coud find in the low vision I had in the darkness we both lay back as love songs play
We look at each other and laugh do to the unfortunate coincidence of the music we try and ignore what coud be inferred by this and just relax i soon fall asleep the last thing I heard was my music turn off and "...goodnight lira" and my door closeing
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FanfictionThis is the story of lira O'Donovan she had the perfect life, her dad and his mates throwing partys every night having lots of money so she got whatever she asked for..but then..it was all ripped away from her she's sent to elm tree house after th...
