Jimmys pov
The whole point of photography was to preserve memories, to have a permenant reminder of something you never wanted to forget. Now looking back on the photos from the tour I was starting to regret taking some of them. Shae had gone out, not bothering to explain were but just giving me a wink as she left. I was sitting in the corner, plugged into my iPod, sucking on m&ms and going through photos. Well it was pouring outside so I had an excuse. Everyone has a different feature that imeaditaly catches the eye of the person looking at the photo, usually body or lips but in every single tour photo it was the eyes. I think it might have been shaun who told me once that eyes were the window into the soul, and this was 110% true with the tour photos. Photography was my thing, the one main thing I would always have, my 4 32gb memory cards and 2 cameras.
I guess I fell asleep because the next thing I knew was that I was cold. Opening my eye wasn’t the beat decision, I saw Shae holding up a balloon, but it wasn’t full of air. Before I could protest she let it fall, exploding as it hit the tip of my nose and spraying a wall of glittery mess over me. It made me swear, it made her laugh, that made me laugh until we were both laughing and I was trying to hug her to rub myself dry. After just an hour of being in a place with such a tense atmosphere so it was incredible to let go, even for just a second. I took my camera and we set off, looking for mire people to get. Andy was our first victim, passed out in his bonds on top of the doona smelling of alcohol. he swore when the balloon hit his face and exploded but it was worth it just to see his reaction. We annoyed a few other people with our glitter balloons until we got bored and went in search for sonething else to do.
Ashs pov
I was running, faster than ever, the wind whipping my hair and my feet pounding on the ground. Below me was a wooden jetty, it was barely light and starting to drizzle. It had been a week since I made the cutting decision to leave Shaun, I didn’t want to hurt him anymore. Some decisions weren’t life changing, like the ones we made every day, such as what to wear or what to eat. Others weren’t life changing but affected the people around you, such as which blade you chose to rip into your flesh. Or which tablets you took. But this one hurt the most, the drama was starting to push that voice in my head telling me not to cut too far and I didn’t know how long I could ignore it. Dad was out on bail, mum let him come home. Life at home was the worst again, I’d fallen into my old patterns of not sleeping at night, bolting doors and cutting until I cried.
The one thing I wanted most was a hug from Shaun. Well that was the one thing I couldn’t have. My pride wouldn’t let call him. I was still hurting over the goodbyes I had to say. Now I was running, running from everything. Anything. My lips were chapped and my wrists were stinging from the sweat on my arms. I sat down on the end of the jetty, the same place I’d sat and told Shaun the day I met him. Hot salty tears made spiders legs on my cheeks, dripping onto my lap. My phone rung and I ignored it. I couldn’t talk to anyone. If life was a fairytale then this would be the moment that Shaun came in and pulled me back to happiness. But life isn’t a fairytale, life isn’t perfect. Life isn’t happy. With this in my head I started home, it was starting to pour which just added to my misery. Back in my room I bolted the door, sat cross legged on the floor and for the first time since I left I fought the urge to hurt myself, instead I threw myself into the song I’d started with Shaun. It was all I had now
