Ten Years Later

Chapter 8

Check out the trailer I made for ten years later in the link;)

A bright white light filled my eyes.

Am I dead? I questioned. Honestly I wouldn't be surprised if I was, that's how bad I felt right now. I peeled open my crusted eyes, I looked around at my blurred kitchen as the memories from last night came rushing back.

I groaned as I rubbed my new head ache. I slowly pushed myself upwards, my legs feel tired and weak.

I stared down at the pieces of glass on the floor.

I'll just get it later, I thought, as my mind was focused on a warm shower and tried to mend the fresh wound that was cut deep into my heart. I brought my feet up, bringing them up and down for each step, suddenly even that was hard to do.

I carried myself slowly up the stairs, dragging my feet behind me. The world was passing in slow motion if that was even possible. His angry words from last night hit me, sending time slower and slower with each syllable. Even though I am the one who ended it, it still stung like he was the one who put our relationship to a stop. It felt like a slap across the face, even after the damage was done your cheek still stung and ached when you touched it.

My eyes blurred as tears burried their way to my eye lids, the steps infront of me split into two, I pulled my feet up and down as I continued to walk up the stair,cautiously, stepping on one of the two steps, not knowing which one was safe.

I slowly managed to make it to the top, but somehow I didn't have the strength to get up. I just sat there, and let everything sink in. It's over. I wasted four years on a relationship, that probably wasn't real.

I have no idea what I am suppose to feel, sad or angry. I guess maybe what I was doing with Jason was a little bit wrong, but at least I didn't do anything with him, but if Steven just didn't burst in like that... Who's saying I wouldn't of had kissed him. Was I wrong? No! I wouldn't have felt obliged to kiss Jason, if Steven wasn't more in love with his job than he was with me. How can I hate him and miss him at the same time? How can I love him but despise him so much? I have dozens of different emotions going through me right now, I honestly have no idea which one is the one I should be feeling.

I groaned and leaned back against the railing, gently resting my eyes. I heard the door open and close quietly but I wasn't sure if I was dreaming or not..

JASON

I stood in front of her house. Should I even go in and talk to her? I wonder what she is thinking after what happened last night, God, going for that kiss was probably the stupidest thing I could've done. I should've just gave her a hug, and left. Then again she was leaning in to, did she want to kiss me as much as I wanted to kiss her? I think it's best if I don't go talk to her.

I grabbed the bucket of paint and carried it over to one of the decaying windows, I dipped the brush in the thick white paint and slowly toke it out watching the drops fall off it. I mean I could pretend that I forgot what paint she wanted me to use, but she would probably know it was just a sad excuse. I just need to know that things aren't awkward between us. I toke the brush and quickly stroked on the paint.

I should not of went for the kiss, I mean these feelings are just unresolved from when we were kids. It's just I didn't expect her to come back at all, and when she did...I didn't know what to think. All the things I felt for her and all the memories came back. I guess what I felt for her back then was strong, if it lasted for ten years. I don't remember much from my childhood other than her, it's like she was there through it all, then she disappeared. I'm pretty sure what I am feeling is just something that never got closure. But that's about to change, I am getting my closure right now. I placed the brush on top of the tub of paint and raced up to the porch. I pulled open the rusty door quickly.