Gone

Chapter 6 : Goth, Black and Ready to Attack.

This is Chapter is dedicated to my nonna. She passed away almost 2 months ago. You will forever be in my heart. I love you xoxo 

Ti amo con tutto il mio cuore e non ho mai mai mai si dimentica. E 'difficile lasciarti andare, ma so che ti amo e si avrà sempre un posto speciale nel mio cuore. xoxo

"Sometimes, you will never know the value of a moment, until it becomes a memory" ~Dr. Suess 

In loving memory, Maria Merola. Febuary 20th, 2013. 

This Chapter is really about love. After reading this Chapter go give someone you love a hug. Agreed? 

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My heart was racing. I’ve never done anything like this before in my life. It was the first time I actually did something…bad. I really felt bad for blaming everything on Carmelia. Sitting here on the couch for two hours made me realized that she was right; Justin was turning me into something I wasn’t. There were a couple moments where I questioned if I should actually go or not because of it. But Justin and I are loyal to each other. If I disappeared for four weeks, I am sure that Justin would come searching for me like I was for him.

I was laying my head on the sofa about to fall asleep. I fluttered my eyes and sat back up. Staying awake was necessary. I crouched down, my head above my cell phone, and saw that there was a new text.

I thought quickly that it could be from Justin. But my imagination soon faded away after I read the text. 

Jasmine Sweety, your brother is at a Daren’s house for a sleepover. He’s safe.

It was from Mom.

I was so stressed out about getting that note that I had totally forgotten about Alex. He was safe, and that was all that mattered. 

 

I almost forgot. Your father and I are staying at a close friend’s house from work until 10. Keep the house clean and go to bed ok xoxo

I started calmed down a bit. My parents weren’t supposed to know what I was doing, this just made it easier. I had the house to myself for most of the night and two hours was plenty of time to steal the note.

I stood up, thinking it was about time to leave. I turned my head to look across the kitchen, at the oven clock. 7:48 pm.

I took a few steps to the mirror. I scanned my outfit. I was wearing all black. All of the black clothing reminded me of a few years agos; when I was fifteen. I used to be Goth. Having white streaks in my hair and wearing black every single day was my thing. The kids in school would look at me funny when I walked in the halls, it made me a bit insecure, but I liked being Goth a lot.

But something happened that very same year, and my parents forced me to stop.

4 YEARS AGO

There was robbery at our school.  A strange person had smashed into the school and had stolen all of the files that belonged to the principal. When I arrived at the school that day, I walked up to the front and there was a big whole in the glass door. It looked as if someone hammered their way into the school. I was a curious person, and this was a mystery. After observing the window, I searched through the crowd of police officers, students, parents and teachers looking for Carmelia.