Finding The Answers

Chapter 2- No Longer Normal

He receives no response and knocks again, I smirk humoured by his embarrassment. I sigh and lean up against the side of the wall, he fixes his mask on his face and clears his throat.

"She's obviously not in or else she would of answered." I laugh as he reaches for a key in his jacket that I presume is a copy of the one for the door. He hands it to me and I feel the cold metal in my hand. My mind runs straight back to Chris.

My Christopher, I've lost him, my person. I need to forget about Christopher, in order to complete his request I need to be different, hide those emotions Dani. Hide them or be consumed by them. I shake the emotions away in my mind, it feels like dusting off an old bookshelf.

"She's in. She just doesn't want to answer." He motions for me to open the door and so I insert the key into the lock, I twist it until it clicks and once it does I swing the door open only to walk straight into the arms of an incredibly attractive girl.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry." She sets me upright and looks straight passed me making eye contact with Ghost. She mumbles something in response.

"You're lucky I didn't put you on your ass." I frown and take in her appearance, something about her messy hair and blotchy eyes tells me that she's going through something. Something not many people know about. Mother always told me not to judge, especially when the bullying got bad.

She told me that everyone's fighting their own battles and that we don't know what their scars may hold. It has stuck with me my whole life and so instead of judging her for being so rude, I decide to be the bigger person.

"I'm Danielle, nice to meet you." I stick out my hand and she ignores it. My cheeks burn red and I lower it ashamed, shit. I've already made an enemy and I've only met two people.
"What the fuck are you doing in my house Simon?" He pushes passed me and moves into the kitchen, he shuts the door behind him and I'm left with no option other than to follow his lead.

The brunette scrambles behind me and by the time we make it to the kitchen she's beat us there. I've never normally been insecure about my height but this girl's long legs and smooth tan make me envious... and a little turned on.

"Alexia I haven't got much time but you now have a roommate and I expect yous to get on." She raises one perfectly curved eyebrow at him and her beautiful accent reaches my ears again.

"Excuse me, you do not get to land this on me and sciddadle thirty seconds later. I expect an explanation for this before I have to babysit, no offence." She adds the no offence like an afterthought and I can't help but comply.

"None taken." I rush out and she shoots me a forced smile, my cheeks go ruby red again and I quietly calm my racing heart. I mess around with the drawstring of a small duffle bag that houses what I have left of Christopher, the answers he wants me to find somewhere inclosed within.

I only zone back in when the slam of a door steals my attention. I glance up and I'm met by the strong look and the fiery gaze of Alexia. What an incredible name, it suits her. A striking name for such a breathtaking girl.

"Am I getting answers or what?" She demands attitude lacing her voice. I swallow and lick my lips motioning for her to take a seat.

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"I'm so sorry, I didn't know you lost your brother and a twin at that." She runs a hand through her hair absentmindedly, I try to ignore the burning in my throat, lieing doesn't come easy to me, lieing to myself yes but to others no. I've always been an open book, well as open as a book with a padlock on it but I try to be as  transparent as glass. I can't help it if it sometimes has blackout blinds covering the top of it.

"It's hard, loosing someone so close to you, my heart feels split in two. Like I don't know it feels stupid." She grabs my hand across the table, and I feel it. I feel the type of spark everyone feels in movies, but something covers the electricity of it.

"Go on, it's not stupid trust me I understand." I clear my throat and I can't help the tears that sting the backs of my eyes, I can't help the waver in my voice and I can't help when it breaks but she ignores them and replaces it with her own tears and sadness.

Alexia makes me feel less alone, less abandoned and I like not feeling so on my own. It's always been Chris and Dan since birth but now it isn't, it's just me and I can't get used to it, I won't. If I do it's like I'm giving up on him. On my brother, giving up on the only person to truly love me.

"It's like- God- it's like one part is stuck with me, not quite beating but also not quite stopping and the other- the other is with him because it'll always be with him." I fight back the tears but she squeezes my hand and the walls break, the tears leak flowing non stop. She softly smiles but her own tears tell me she understands too.

"I get it, trust me I get it. Someone very close to me just left, she gave me a letter and I'm too scared to read it. She's not gone gone, but it feels like it, it feels like she won't ever come back." It clicks in my mind, Aurora. I offer my own words, something I've always been good at is advice and I give her the best I can.

"Alexia she'll come back, she trusts herself to come back and we can't lose hope, Aurora will come back." I watch hope flare up in her eyes and my heart clenches. I've messed up, big time.

"Did you see her? Did you see Rory?" I cringe and duck my head, avoiding eye contact I shake my head. I'm not looking at her and yet I feel what she's feeling, disappointment.

"Ghost or Simon or whatever you call him, he told me her name and I just put two and two together an-" she cuts in anger lacing her voice, it makes it harsh and cruel not like her soft tone she was talking with earlier.

"You came up with four I get it, next time don't say her name, ever. Stay out of my way Danielle Quinn, if you don't I think we'll run into some real problems." Dropping my hand she scrapes her chair back, storming out of the door my heart sinks, the charge in the air is gone and I feel empty. Alone. Just like I always have been.

With Chris I always atleast had the comfort that he was there if I needed him, I just had to ask but now it's different, now he's not here and I can't run to him for answers, I need to find them myself.

First starting with the notebooks that are in my bag. I can't help the despair that races through my chest, the clenching feels like suffocation and I can't help but make my head fall into my hands. So much for new beginnings, so much for making friends and being normal. The truth is that there is no more normal in this world. I need to come to terms with it sooner rather than later and if Alexia turns into an enemy then so be it.