A Long Walk Home (Sequel to Left Alone in the Dark)

Chapter 2

Claire's POV

I walked into the local coffee shop, ordering a macchiato, because I needed some energy for the day.

It's been 2 weeks since I "supposedly died", but it was the right choice.

If I were to stay alive it would just put Patrice and I in danger, since some a Erin's friends, are still alive and most likely looking for me.

Now since I'm dead, I'm pretty sure they have no purpose in looking for me.

Of course I do feel bad. I miss Patrice dearly. I miss Brad, I miss Claude, I miss my family, I miss everyone who was positively associated In my life.

These last few weeks, I've been living my life in a whole lie. I have a fake ID, fake birth certificate, fake everything stating that I'm some girl named Jessica Albaine, not Claire Senant.

I'm not Claire anymore, that's not me anymore. Claire is just the past, now I'm Jessica.

I've been living in Pittsburgh these last few days, to try and hide my identity since basically no one knows who I am here in Pittsburgh. But I want to go back to Boston, even for the risk.

Of course I do have a major chance of someone noticing me but I'll try and hide myself. I need to go back to Boston.

Boston is my home. The energy in the city, the people, it's an amazing city to be in. It's an amazing city to live in.

I slowly slipped on my coffee, looking out the window, seeing a couple walking down the street.

That, that could of been Patrice and I. Everyday I regret what I did. I can just picture how bad Patrice is feeling right now.

I threw out the coffee and walked out of the door, going back to my apartment. It was little, but that's good enough for me.

I started scurrying through my clothes, packing everything. I walked over to the bathroom , taken all of my bath products and put it in my suit case.

In about 25 minutes I was fully packed. I headed out the door with my passport, and boarding ticket, and took a taxi to the airport.

I checked in my suit case, and went through security. Slowly, I started walking to the gate where my flight was located.

I browsed through the magazines, and instantly noticed a sports article, featuring me on the cover. I opened it and started reading it.

"If only people knew the truth" I mumbled to myself.

I ended up choosing that sports magazine and got some soda and candy for the flight ahead of me.

The flight wasn't going to be that long, only an hour and 10 minutes.

Once the boarding sign started flashing, I waited for the crowd to clear up and headed to board the flight.

I sat down in my seat, and heard an attendant say something to me,

"You look like someone famous I saw once! I don't know who tho" she said.

I faked a smile, "haha, that's funny" I said, sarcastically, but making it actually believable.

I fell asleep in a couple of minutes and woke up, to the person sitting next to me tapping my shoulder.

"We are here, I think you should pull your seat up" he said. I thanked him and started getting ready for landing.

I looked out the window, seeing the same buildings I last saw a month ago, before I was unconscious. The last time I actually saw this view like this, was when I was coming from Buffalo with Patrice.

I sighed to the thought of Patrice. There's that one special thing about Patrice, no matter how much your mad at him, how far you are away from him, how stupid he can be, you'll always love him.

And that's something every women should experience in her life. Finding someone that is willing to give something up for you, gives most of his times taking care of you.

I still feels like yesterday when I was sitting on the hospital bed, unconscious. And I heard Patrice's voice, talking to me, like he knew I was there, even though I was in a coma.

And I heard everything he said, I felt everything he said. It felt so- so real. Because every thing he had to say to me, I would say back to him.

It's a lot easier to say "I don't have him anymore" than to list all of the reasons why he's still mine.

The plane stopped moving and a couple minutes later all of the passengers started heading out. Once again, I waited till it clearer off since I was in no rush.

I got off my plane and claimed my luggage. I walked through the doors and out on the street to call a taxi.

I already booked a hotel so I just gave to address to the driver.

The cab drove past TD Garden, and I looked out the window, staring at the beautiful sight. I missed this place. This place was my home.

But sadly, that's gone.

My whole life is gone. Everything is gone.

This is how my life is going to be now. Everything that happened before I left that hospital in Pittsburgh is a faded memory.