"Mmmm" I groaned, putting my pillow over my head.
"Come on" my mom said, shaking my legs.
I removed my pillow from my face and groaned once again.
"Love you" my mom said as she left my room.
I stared at my ceiling for a little while, deciding if getting up was really worth it.
I removed my warm covers from my freezing legs and got out of bed.
I closed my eyes and stretched. Feeling every bone of mine pop. I walked over to my closet, looking through all my clothes deciding what to wear.
"Hmm, black, black, or black?" I mumbled as I pushed through the hangers.
Don't get me wrong. I don't only wear just black. I don't feel like I could pull off the whole "emo" thing.
But I definitely was on the inside.
I finally settled for a Twenty One Pilots sweatshirt with black leggings. I walked over to my shoe shelf and pulled off my black combat boots.
As I finally zipped them up, I made my way into the bathroom.
I brushed out my medium brown hair and threw it up into a messy bun.
I put on some winged eyeliner and did my mascara.
Finishing the look with my favorite cuff earring on my left ear.
I walked back upstairs to see my mom grabbing her coffee.
"Have a good day okay?" She asked me as she walked out the door.
"Okay, love you mom" I replied.
As I heard the door close, I quickly grabbed a granola bar, my school stuff, and most importantly, my phone.
I cranked up my twenty one pilots as I walked out the door.
-30 minutes later-
"Day 64!" Brook exclaimed as she joined me on my right side.
"What?" I asked, continuing to walk beside her.
"Since the day you got over Derek" Brook whispered.
"You mean the night of tears and fire?" I laughed.
"That too" Brook giggled.
The night of Tears and Fire. Very extraordinary night.
The night I put everything aside to get over Derek Bradley.
-64 days ago-
"I have an idea" I said into the phone.
"Well this better be good, it's two in the morning and I have a test tomorrow" Brook mumbled.
"I know how to get over Derek" I whispered.
I sat in silence waiting for Brook to reply, wondering if she fell asleep.
"I'm listening" Brook finally said.
"I'm going to need your car, some matches, and most importantly, you" I replied.
"This sounds awful" Brook replied.
"It probably will be" I laughed.
"Ugh.. Be ready in ten" Brook groaned.
I smiled as I hung up the call. I quickly ran to my closet and grabbed a heavy bag hiding in the corner.
This was going to be good.
-20 minutes later-
"I have to be up in 2 hours and I'm not even home" Brook said, folding her arms.
"You'll get home" I replied, reaching for my bag, "After this".
"I still have no idea what you're doing" Brook said coming closer.
I said nothing as I emptied the contents out of my bag.
"Christie" Brook said, sounding annoyed, "We're in the middle of a field, with a campfire going, I'm not in the mood to make s'mores"
I gave her an exasperated look as I continued to empty my bag.
"Brook, have you ever heard of the term "Bonfire"? I asked, standing up, finally finished with the bag.
Brook looked down at all the things I laid out.
"Derek's jacket" Brook whispered.
She continued to look through the things as she stepped closer.
"Derek's letters to you" she gasped.
She finally came to the last thing, that wasn't on the ground, it was something I held.
"You didn't" Brook gasped again.
"Oh but I did" I smiled.
Derek Bradley's journal. I know, I know, usually guys aren't known to write down their feelings. It was an assignment for his English class. He had to write everything that happened in 30 days.
And of course, that's when he met me.
Everything was in here.
Our texts.
Our dates.
Everything.
I drummed my fingers on the back cover as I looked over at the fire.
"Should be big enough" I smiled.
I grabbed his things and walked closer to the fire.
"Christie" Brook said, edging closer to me, "Maybe this isn't a good idea"
I dropped the journal and stared at her. She folded her arms as if starting a non verbal fight.
I folded my arms too and raised my eyebrows.
"Bring it" my eyes said.
Brook finally gave up and walked towards me.
"Fine" she said grabbing his journal, "But if my mom asks, I was up late studying"
She opened the journal and ripped a page out.
"Dear diary" she read in a funny voice "Christie is so amazing, I just want to suck her face"
I lightly hit her as she laughed.
"Yeah whatever" Brook said, throwing it into the fire.
I watched the paper burn, as if this was a big metaphor for me getting over him.
I felt a tear slide down my cheek.
I wiped it off and folded my arms, watching our memories burn.
And so, the night went on.
We burned everything that I had left of him.
Throughout the whole night I would scream, and cry. Yelling at the universe as I threw each item in the fire.
That was everything I ever had of him.
He was gone.
Except for the music he left behind.
-Flashback Over-
"That was probably the best night of my life" Brook laughed.
"Really?" I asked.
"Yeah. It was like watching you finally realize what he did to you, and getting revenge" she laughed again.
"Totally" I laughed back.
We walked in silence until we reached the end of the hall.
"See you at lunch?" Brook asked.
"Of course" I smiled.
I waved goodbye as I turned to walk to my locker.
Putting my earbuds in and listening to the last of the evidence I had from Derek Bradley.
Twenty One Pilots.
