Angel

3rd chapter

                                 ''Remembering him comes in flashbacks,

                                                        and echoes

                                              tell myself it's time now,

                                                       gotta let go,

                                      But moving on from him is impossible

                                            when I still see it all in my head.

                                                        Burning red..''

          The music just made my head ache even more.  Running my heads through my wet hair, I turned off the radio. The day definitely couldn’t get any more worse. It was only raining now but the sight of raindrops made me remember those teardrops in Adrien’s eyes. I drove as fast as I could.

     I still wasn’t ready to believe that I’d broken up with the love of my life. My subconscious dredged up his sad face came before me every time I closed my eyes. There was a lot of traffic and the journey was long. My tears were not giving up and I kept wiping them. I needed to get my mind off Adrien but I doubted if that was even possible.

     The ache, my sweet 16, the mystery guy they all were somehow linked. I needed some answers and I knew something which would help me find them. In a few minutes (that felt like hours) I was home. My house was beautiful and looked like a blue grotto because of the dark afternoon sky.

     I parked my car carelessly in the front lawn and tried to sneak in so that no one would ask me questions about being home so early. Luckily today my foster parents had gone out and the house was empty. I quietly tiptoed into the house through back door when suddenly out of nowhere....

          '' You're home early '' I had completely forgotten about Aiden. Aiden taylor was my foster brother and he was just a year younger than me. He was pretty wise for a 15 year old and he came in handy during crisis. They had left him to give me company. ''Nothin' class got over real quick. You know, Mid- terms are on the way'' I knew he wasn't gonna be fooled by this but I didn't have time for this.

     ‘’There’s mascara all over your face.’’ I quickly wiped it all up with my hand. ‘’Angel were you crying’’ he asked me as he’d never seen me cry before. ‘’It must’ve been the rain.’’ I lied and   before he could ask me more questions I ran up to my room. My room was large and complacent. The main wall against the bed was painted in intricate patterns. The other walls were pretty much off white. I felt like jumping into my snuggly bed and crying for hours into my pillow but no, I had more necessary things to.

      I could still smell the lavender candles from last night, they soothed my mind. I started searching for the chest, it had been a while since I had last seen it. It was not there in my cupboards or in any of my shelves. I carefully went through each and every cabinet but I didn’t find it. I couldn't remember where I'd kept it. It at least helped me get my mind off the ache not to mention my earlier break up.

     I rushed into my closet, it felt like years since I'd last gone there. The fresh smell of  teak wood reminded me of the first time I’d moved there. The Taylor family had welcomed me with open arms. They’d tried their best to make me feel home but it never really worked anyway. All my clothes were perfectly arranged into different categories but it didn’t matter. I went and pulled all the piles of clothes out. I looked for it in the shoe cabinet, stashing all of them on top of each other. My anger was rising inside me and all I could do was cry.