Infinity

~Chapter 6~

One plane.

One plane was all it took to take the lives of the two people who meant the world to me. My life has been an unstable asteroid hurdling to earth since then.

There are days when I can't seem to recover and I fly through a whole day without resting and consuming three meals. Heck, some days I don't eat at all.

Dance is the only thing that keeps me standing firm on the ground. I doubt that there would be anything else I could truly care about, my friends, my parents, and dance. I guess that's it.

As I lay face-down on my bed, memories of that vacation cloud my brain, filling me with distressing thoughts.

Did I deserve this? Did my parents deserve this?

Questions are all I ever receive, no answers are given in return. It's not like I expect there to be answers, it's irrational to think that.

Promises are never kept either. They say they wouldn't tell anyone, yet you're a rumor to the whole world the next day.

That's why I don't trust just anyone. I need them to prove to me that they're capable of keeping secrets, valuable information not to be passed around.

If there's anything I'm certain of, it's that no one deserves to suffer like this. No one should have to be hidden in the shadows like I am right now.

I'm stronger than most people think I am, the brave face act just has to become muscle memory.

A knock was heard from the opposite end of the door. "Delivery for...Chloe?" A woman says, waiting a moment for a response.

"Um, just a minute!" I roll off my bed and hurry to the bathroom. The reflection that stared back at me looked like a hot mess.

I grab a comb and brush through my dark hair and at the same time scan my room for a decent outfit.

The only presentable clothing I find is a black cardigan, so I drape it over my shoulders and white shirt. As for the bottom...black dance shorts it is.

I pat down any flyaways from my hair and lift my chin up high before opening a door.

The woman searches through the mounds of boxes and envelopes on the cart she was pulling, finally reaching for one of each.

She hands them to me saying, "Congratulations."

I give her a smile tell her, "Thank you," though I don't understand why she congratulated me in the first place.

I walk back into my dorm, closing the door firmly and locking it. I examine the box all around and did the same to the envelope.

Both had my name on it, written in sharpie. They also had the letters E.D. printed in neat handwriting on the bottom right-hand corner.

Was this a mistaken delivery? Certainly my name was not Chloe Ed.

Instead of trying to figure it out, I grab my phone off the pillow of my bed and call Alia.

"Have you decided to join our shopping spree today?" She says loudly into the phone when she picks up.

"No, I've got a question." To be honest it is quite lonely, especially in a dorm for four. "Do have any idea what E.D. stands for?"

"Uh... Maybe it's an acronym for Education Department. Or a name like Ed Sheeran. Why do you ask?"

I look at the letters on the box again. "I just received some mail, and it has those two letters written onto each package."

Alia gasps, "You got mail from Ed Sheeran? B-but I bought his album on iTunes!" She wails on the other side of the line.

"Hey, don't cry," I try getting Alia to stop sniffling over something I haven't even opened yet. "I assure you it's not from Ed Sheeran, in no way am I that popular."

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Alia, Jason, and Christian return back to our dorm around 6 in the evening.

Alia was the first to scan both the box and envelope. Jason and Christian didn't even get the chance to touch it before Alia tells me to open it.

Please don't be from Ed Sheeran or Alia will murder me, I plead inside my head as I cut the tape, I'm too young to die.

At least something in my life turns out great when I peer into the box and see a new pair of pointe shoes.

I shrug at Alia, "At least it's not from Ed Sheeran." I hug the pair of shoes tight to my chest, praising whoever was the one who bought these for me.

I open the letter, hoping the name Ed Sheeran doesn't pop up somewhere on the paper. To my relief, it also doesn't have that name.

But it does have the words Elite Dance.

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I am so so so sorry it took a long time to update. This is unedited but I really wanted to publish something for you guys.

Maybe, emphasis on maybe, later I'll try to edit it. Since it's a short chapter, Chapter 7 will come earlier.

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