Aurora Lili Routledge, or as everyone calls her; Rory, is the twin sister of John B Routledge. With the summer approaching, Rory and John B have made a perfect plan along with their friends; JJ, Pope, and Kie to have a good time, all the time.
With...
Just to hear the answer phoneYeah, I know that you won't get thisBut I'll leave a message so I'm not alone
This morning I woke up still dreaming
With memories playing through my headYou'll never know how much I miss you The day that they took you I wish it was me instead
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We'll end just like we started Just you and me and no one else
I will hold you where my heart isOne life for the two of us
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Rory~
THE birds were flying around, the marsh water was glistening in the morning sunlight. I was out on the hammocks, awake and alone in my backyard, that looked lonely ever since my brother's been gone.
JJ was still inside sleeping sounding and I didn't wanna disturb him. He's finally having a peaceful sleep while I had been woken up the second the sun's rays hit my eyelids. And the next moment I was getting dressed and walking out of the house with JJ's old Samsung in my hand.
I know how hard my brother's death has hit JJ, this past he has been nothing but a sense of strong force, trying to be able to give me support and love and care but I can see it clear as day in his eyes. He misses him. They were best friends. Of course, he's gonna be sad about it.
The flashes of that night stay scarred inside my brain. I can see the literal moment when they came to tell us the news. I can still hear the voices. I even remember how the ocean and the sky roared that fateful night as they pronounced my brother and Sarah dead.
I still remember my outrageous flare that was vigorously unleashed on Ward Cameron. And in the next instance, I fell to the ground while the world around me had crumpled into nothing but a deep pit of despair and pain.
I have been getting less and less sleep the past month. Whenever I sleep, I see nightmares. Sometimes it rafe shooting Sheriff Peterkin, or my brother or Sarah while we were on the airstrip. It changes everytime. Sometimes, it's the torturous events of mine and Rafe's deal, the hook-ups, the abuses and the emotional traumas.
And other times, it's all about that night when John B was lost to the sea, never to be found again.
I delve into the temporary distraction of petty thievery and small crimes around the island, just to feed into my dark rebellious side. But other times...I let myself drown into the kind of distraction where I can have someone with me.
