Chapter Four
The sun was setting over the village and the birds were having one last fly around before heading back to their roosting or nesting areas.
Leroy and his dad were sitting in the garden, both enjoying a cold beer.
Leroy liked the sky, as it was a mixture of orange, red, pink and blue.
He had helped his father clean and hover the floors of the living room and wash the windows too. In the end they had managed to unpack everything and arrange where the sofa, bookcase filled with books and DVDs, tv and DVD player, and coffee table would go.
"Tomorrow we will do the kitchen, then it will be the bedrooms turn", Leroy's dad said, while gulping his beer.
"Ok", Leroy replied, as he took a sip from his can of foster.
"I will be going in the car tomorrow to find a B&Q or something for some paints. What colour would you like your room to be?" Leroy's dad asked.
"I don't know, maybe blue or pale cream?" Leroy sighed.
"Ok son. Well we have to paint the kitchen, as that wall desperately needs to be painted", Leroy's dad continued to chatter away, but Leroy pretended to listen, as he nodded his head and made sure he said "yes" and "uh huh".
He was in deep thought about the girl he had met today. Karen Brewster.
She seemed so happy and full of life compared to himself who seemed moody and depressive. For some weird reason he hoped Karen wouldn't think he was bi-polar or something, but then he realised he was thinking about Karen and almost punched himself. What the hell was he doing thinking about a strange girl he had only met today?
This was wrong he hadn't thought about another girl in years not since when Carol was...
Oh god why did he think that name. Now he was gonna dream of that horrible event that happened to the girl he had loved and still loved.
Ignoring his dad and not caring what he would think Leroy got up and headed inside to his bedroom. He closed his door and sat on his bed, drinking his can of foster.
When the accident had happened on that terrible day he had felt his heart shatter and brake. He had gone through the stages of depression and unbearable sadness, but then he changed, as he become bitter, dark mood swings filled with anger. His heart had became ice and had frozen in its broken stage. He was poison. He wasn't special enough or important to be happy and he accepted that.
