Close Quarters

Chapter 7

**18+ content

Marcy

I feel alone.

The fact I don't really have anyone to talk to. I don't know why I didn't tell Kat about what happened the other night with those men. Maybe it's because I've always kept things to myself, I don't want to burden her. So, instead I lay here drowning in my thoughts—as always. Kat old me she'd always be here for me if I needed anyone to talk to, and I loved that about her, but I've always felt like a burden in everyone's life's that I just feel stupid opening up, like my problems aren't that important. I needed to work on that.

I haven't talked to my mom in over 7 months...and I haven't seen her in 3 years. I wonder how she's doing. According to Facebook she was just remarried, this was her third husband, maybe third times a charm. I didn't even attend the wedding, I also wasn't invited. My dad died when I was 11, it broke my mom to the point she neglected me. That's mostly why I spent all my time painting and drawing, it was my escape—the escape from the harsh reality that I had no dad and practically no mom. Although, if it wasn't for that, I probably wouldn't have gotten into painting—which wouldn't have gotten me my scholarship to Meyers University.

Things will get better.

Things will get better.

Maybe I should call my mom...maybe not. No definitely not. She doesn't want to talk to you Marcy, she has made that clear time and time again. Last time we spoke it was just me telling her I had moved out of the dorms and into an apartment with Kat, all she said was "Cool, I have to go, Marcy."

Two knocks ricocheted from my door, pulling me from my thoughts. The door opened wide and Kat came in.

"You all packed?" She smiled at me.

Kat had convinced me to go to Fiji, she said I didn't have a choice anymore and that I was going for sure.

"Yep, when do we leave?"I ask, putting a smile back onto my face and forgetting about my earlier thoughts.

She looks at her phone before speaking. "In 30 minutes! So make sure you have everything!" She said before leaving again.

Two weeks in Fiji here I come. It will be good, Marcy. This is exactly what you need.

I double check my room to make sure I'm not forgetting anything, which I'm definitely not, I practically packed my whole bedroom. This was only my second trip ever being on, the first one being Australia with my mom and dad when I was 10, it was so fun—everyone was so...happy. My smile faded at the thoughts of when I was happy and had a family. If only I could go back to that time, and soak up that feeling.

I grabbed my suitcases, shaking off my troubling thoughts and putting myself in a good mood. You're going to Fiji, for Christ sakes.

"I didn't know you were coming." Zayn appears from around the corner.

"I'm sorry I-Uh I hope I'm not a burden." I say, chewing on my cheek out of nervousness.

"I just didn't know, the more the merrier." He says with a straight face, taking my bags from me and strolling them out the door.

"Are you excited?" Kat says jumping on me.

I laugh before speaking. "Super!" I say, which I was—I just needed to lighten up a bit.

"Let's go!" I hear Zayn yelling from outside.

I take a quick glance around making sure I have everything before walking outside and loading up into the car.

For Zayn mostly riding his motorcycle, he sure did have a nice car just rotting in his garage.

I sat in the back as we rode to the airport, the bass blared in my ears as Kat played "Electric Feel" by MGMT. She's definitely getting into the mood for our trip, her head hung out the window, yet it was March so the cold lingered, Kat didn't seem to care though.