We have lived in this apartment for a week now. It's very open and welcoming when you walk in through the door. It's about 2:40 pm and I'm getting hungry, I walk to the kitchen to se if we have something to put in the microwave. I past the living room, where Kylie sat in an armchair with a book pressed to her face. The living room and the kitchen is like one big room all together.
"What you looking for?" She asked. Without moving her face from the book.
"Something to eat, I'm starving" I said, causing her to give me that don't-use-to-strong-words.
"You know there are people that actually do starve? It's nothing to joke about" She returned to her book. I can't understand how she can reed big books like that. Apparently it's a book that will help her make better grades in school.
I looked a bit more and found a frozen pizza. I guess that'll do. Once I waited for the pizza to get finished I joined Kylie.
"How come you read so much? Like what got you in to reading?" I've known Kylie my entire life, but there were things even I didn't know.
"Well it all started in school. When we had that reading week. You remember? We were to compete with another school, but they were still in the same year as us. Anyway, I was the last one to get to choose a book. There were only two books left, one was Romeo and Juliet, the other one was Red Hood. I had already read Red Hood, so I didn't want to re-read it." She said while still being stuck to this massive book infront of her.
"So even since a young age you've read difficult literature?" I asked. Mainly because I couldn't imagen her reading it at the age of 9. "Well, it was an easier version of course. However I did get curious and read the read thing a year later" She said while I took the pizza out of the microwave.
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Dear Mum
I can not tell you if I like it here yet. It is not like home, London is great and everything. I just feel, less free. We're in a big city now, a city which many dreams to live in. I guess I'm living their life, but am I living mine? I know that you told me that it would be good for me to live here. With the photography and everything, but I want to take landscape photos, not portraits of other people. The café I work at is okay, the coworkers are friendly and so is the manager. However once again, it's not home. For me home is where I had the time of my life, sure I guess I could live here for a few years. However when I get my own family, we'll live back in Bradworthy. I know I always said that I wanted to live in the town itself, but I like the nature... I guess I'm doing this for Kylie aren't I?
Yours Sincerely Sam
I heard the door bell and ran down to open it. To my surprise all I saw was a box on the floor, with a bouquet on top of it. I picked it up and stepped outside hoping I could see someone. I couldn't so I went back inside. It didn't say who send it, although I believe that whoever left it, also made it himself/herself.
"Who was it?" Kylie yelled form the kitchen. I went to her with the package. "I can take that, I know it's for me" I looked at her, for all I know it could be a bomb. Somehow she read my mind. "It's not a bomb Sam, it's from a soon to be classmate of mine she's very kind a bit shy. But oh well, you don't care anyways" I would lie if I said that I did care about her soon to be classmates, but I care about her, that's what matters to me.
"Do you know what's in it?" I asked, trying to not sound too curious.
"I sort of know... I know it's the Harry Potter book series, however I don't know what kind of covers there are." I wonder why I'm not surprised, she has different covers form different countries. I went back to my room, I am planning to go out tomorrow, to take photos and by tomorrow I mean tomorrow at 4am. So I might as well go to bed know.
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"When was this?" The doctor askes. I look around, I know very well when that was. I just don't want to go through my entire summer once again, it's too painful. "Sam, I want to help you. But I can't unless you collaborate with me" She says.
"25 of June 2015" My mum walks through the door. She looks at me with pity, I hate that look people shouldn't pity me, pity Kylie instead!! She's the one that's gone, I'm torn apart, left in peaces. Not even her family can more because of my state, it's all my fault. All MY fault!
"Sam, please listen to me. Kylie, well... Her funeral will be held back in Bradworthy, the only problem is that... you can't come" She went silent, and I started to cry, I wiped like a newborn.
My best friend is getting buried back home, and I'm stuck here in this... I'd say prison but it's a mental hospital, and I'm suposed to be in a bad mental state. At least I'm in a state, it can get worse.
If I only knew that all this crap, were to become a hell on earth for me. If I only knew.
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I Lost Myself While Losing You
Short StoryKylie and Sam was the bestest of friends. They were so unlike each other it made people rase an eyebrow. Sam is very kind and loyal he trust way to easily. Kylie have a hard time trusting people because of her past. She's quiet and mysterious she do...
