Dancaholic

3. Aftermath

Note: Again, please play the video when I say so as it will make more sense as to why I put it there. Thanks! Hope you enjoy the chapter =)

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Hannah never bothered me again after that - nor anyone else for that matter. I'm not really surprised. Why would she after what my sister had done and said to her? Dawn broke her nose. She ended up walking around school with a big, white plaster on her nose for a whole week. It was hard to muffle my laughter when I walked past her but I managed... Just.

Even after Dawn's death, Hannah still didn't pick on me. I would've thought she'd jump at the chance. I guess the fact that even Stacey and Jasmine didn't want to be seen with her opened her eyes. She probably realised that her reign of terror was over. She didn't dare mess with anyone else. If Dawn could break her nose, I doubt a lot of people would think twice about doing the same.. They may even break more than just her nose... It didn't take me long to realise that Hannah's confidence was running dry.

Sitting up in bed, I hauled my laptop out of the set of drawers next to my bed (sounds harder then you think, I had to turn my body at an awkward angle to get to the drawers, plus, I don't know if you've noticed this but laptops aren't exactly the lightest thing in the world). Opening the lid, I realised I still had my diary open. Huh, forgot about this. I had started it yesterday but I hadn't finished.

*start playing video here*

Saturday 1st December

Dearest Diary - wait no, too girly 

Dear Diary - no, too common

Dun Dun Dun (sounds more intriguing)

*sigh* I miss Dawn, I really miss her. I wish she was still alive. She didn't deserve to die. I still think about her, you know. Every. Single. Day. How can I not? Her face is plastered in frames all over the house. She was my twin sister for crying out loud. It wouldn't be right if I forgot about her. Ha, like that'll ever happen.

Dawn, if you're reading this, remember how we would sit out by the pool and write songs? You'd end up jumping into the pool, soaking me with water. I'd always yell at you - you knew how much I didn't like getting wet. I was the sunbather, you were the swimmer.  'You needed a bath' was your response. Then you'd dive back under. I'd get angry because you weren't focusing on the task at hand - you were fooling around, having fun. Even though we just wrote songs for the fun of it. I wish I never got mad at you.

Remember all the laughs we had by the pool? I swear we could've filled the pool like 5 times with our laughter (if it was a substance, of course); maybe more. You would always crack a joke, I could always rely on you to cheer me up whenever I was sick or sad. Oh, how I wish I could see your smile and hear your laughter again. Sadly, I never will.

Remember how you defended me against Hannah? She's never insulted me again. When she heard about your death, she came up to me. I was sure she was going to say something mean, like 'Now your sister's gone, you don't have anyone to defend you. Pay back time.'. How wrong I was. She apologised for treating me like dirt and she apologised for losing you. She seemed sincere. I guess she's got nothing to lose now, eh? Thanks to you. You know, I never really did thank you for saving my bacon. I'm sorry for that.

I'm sorry for a lot of things. The main thing I'm sorry about, is that I didn't warn you about the car coming, I didn't protect you. I should've. I should've tried to get between you and the other car so that I could've taken the blow and not you. That way you could've still lived.

That's as far as I got. I don't remember why I stopped - oh wait, yes I do. I had just written a poem for her and was about to post it but mum walked in. She wanted to show me the dance she'd choreographed for me. I know, right? How awesome is that?! Having your own mum choreograph a dance for you to perform at your audition for Danceworks.