Stolen Dance - Milky Chance
It's been a little over a month, I guess, since I'd left my house. Of course I'd been going to school and to church, those things could not be missed, but apart from those places I didn't go anywhere. I didn't even really participate in school the same way I had before. No more matches, no more eisteddfods. I didn't even take the bus anymore.
I never had to, but the possibility of seeing him at the bus station was too great.
I heard he'd started taking the bus more frequently too, like he was passively looking for me; Toni told me.
Even if I didn't see him necessarily, there were far too many people from his school who took the bus.
I didn't even want to see someone who resembled him, it'd be too much for me to handle.
I didn't even see Toni very much.
Slowly, but surely she was gaining weight. She didn't gain weight in a way that if you saw her everyday you'd notice, but I did and others were beginning to as well. She gained weight slowly, but not as slowly as she would have wanted to.
My parents hadn't seen her since before the she told me that she was pregnant, and they'd surely notice something.
That's why when she did visit, which was rare, she did it at night while they were still sleeping. Then she'd spend a couple of hours with me and leave when it got a little lighter.
Never before 3am because she was just superstitious like that.
She'd stopped coming though because my side of town become increasingly more dangerous to live in and to move around during the dark.
But I decided to break out of my confinement and visit the beach.
I never went to the beach because I hated the African sun and I felt like a trip to the beach was like taking a trip to the Satan's lair. You never quite came back the same shade of brown or anything. The sun was ruthless and burned everything in its sight, but I was slightly worried about my vitamin D levels. It wasn't something I actively worried about, but when I looked at my arm in the mirror the other day I noticed that it wasn't as straight as it used to be.
By the beachfront there was a variety of restaurants, so I went to Nandos.
I went alone because Toni was probably at home binging, that pregnancy had really turned her into a hungry little piggy. Well, not that little anymore.
She was always eating, so I guess she hadn't really changed. I couldn't think of anyone else I wanted to hang out with, Shannon, maybe, but she was probably busy; too busy for me anyways.
But I had wanted to be alone, why not now? I slept alone, I ate alone and I cried alone. Now it was time to go out alone.
I arrived at the Nandos and chose a seat close to a window, so that I could look out.
I'd gone pretty early, it was 10am and no one was there. Just how I'd planned it, I was alone in public; the perfect teenage dream, in my opinion. Who needed people?
I looked out the window, I saw joggers, I saw people riding bicycles, walking their dogs and I saw a flea market off in the distance. They always had a flea market at this beach, every Saturday. There were also a lot of food trucks.
Cape Town was always a very chilled and relaxed city and I was convinced that it would never change.
That's when I saw something that caught my eye.
I saw a jogger, a blonde one with long flowing hair. I'd recognise that blonde hair anywhere after what she'd done to me. Her name was permanently etched in my mind, and appearance wise, she hadn't changed a bit.
