The lost

Chapter 17

We were back at the apartment. I laid on the couch tired and remembered something... I quickly got up: "Guys! We forgot the bag...".

Victor showed me the bag and threw it on the floor beside the couch, he sighed, while Jason was getting a glass of water.

"Can we visit Niko tomorrow... She'll need the support", Victor said while looking at the ground and sitting on one of the chairs that were "in" the kitchen island. He brushed out his hair with his hand and held his head with both of his hands. While Jason slowly sipped his glass of water. He smiled and started pouring water on Victor.

"HEY WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING?!", Victor screamed while quickly getting up. Jason shrugged and started laughing.

"Dude, I can see whenever you start thinking too much", Victor looked down at the ground, knowing that it is pretty much true... I smiled and said: "Maybe we should sleep...?"

"Yeah, we should, remember to brush your teeth, Asha", Victor said while heading in his room. I rolled my eyes and started mumbling, making fun of him. Jason started laughing and said: "Firstly Victor gotta stop being such a party pooper and second, good night, I'll be dozing off", I nodded, and Jason closed his door.

Victor peaked his head out his door and said: "Good night, Asha" and smiled, probably because he would always say good night to me whenever we were kids, just the same way he said it right now. Peaking his head out from the door frame, just like his "kid self". He closed his door and now I was stuck in darkness, since Jason turned off the light switch. I started scrolling through my phone, looking through Twitter, trying to feel better: "Guys look at this delicious coffee, you have to buy it!!! #notsponsered" Then a photo of a coffee in a mug and then coffee beans right beside it. I have a pretty random for you page...

I started instead looking through other stuff... I never was allowed to have social media, but I hid it quite well from Betty Smith, she didn't look through it much. And I got my phone when I was 10 (the age my parents died), so she wasn't allowed to take it away. And honestly, it's surprising how much I grew attached to Hilda and Victor so fast. They were (and are) like siblings that I never had. I started hugging my stuffed bunny thinking about Hilda. I look through my photos, and find old photos of us two together, in a pool, a kitty pool... It looked like I was laughing while Hilda was holding my phone and took the picture. We both were in the kitty pool, and laughing... It was when I was 11 years old, and she was 17.

Tears start forming under my eyes, thinking about how she would've been right now. Happy? Sad? I will never know... Because I saw how she jumped... how she did the "job". I close my eyes and slowly doze off into sleep.