Driving to Nowhere

Chapter 13 ~ Driving to Nowhere~

Chapter 13:

"So you know your mum? How she..... Died?" He asked nervously.

I had a bad feeling in my stomach like I was about to throw up.

"Uh yeah? W-why?" I didn't want to talk about it. I never talked about it.

"Well when you fainted I called Gemma and asked her to come pick you up. After you left I went inside your house to get your clothes and stuff and...." He trailed off like he wasn't telling me something.

I looked up at him innocently with a straight face.

"And what Harry?" I wanted to start crying. But I knew I shouldn't. Now wasn't the time for crying.

"And I saw your poems. They were beautiful. But I went on your computer to look up to see what could've happened to you, your history popped up and I saw your searches..... Ya know um, the ones about your mom and stuff...." Harry was trailing off again. I couldn't beleive he would do that! He looked through my history! And read my poems?

"Harry, you looked through my history? Really?" I wanted to cry now. Him bringing up my mom and then admitting to looking through my computer?

I ran upstairs wrapping my cardigan around me. I sat in Gemma's room with my face in my hands. I was silent as tears rolled down my cheeks. Usually my cries are silent like the poem I wrote and memorized~

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I silently cried

A river fell off my cheeks

Splashing the ground

Hydrating the grass

I watched silently and cried

Everything is loud

Yet there is not a sound

Nothing is moving

The world is frozen

I watched silently and cried

I need someone

To wipe away my tears

To generate my energy again

To make me feel alive

I sat silently and cried

I'm tired of being alone

I need someone to pick me up

To face my fears beside me

To catch me if I ever fall

I think silently and cried

Crying

Is Tiring

When you are waiting

For someone to help you out

~F.P

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(A/N I wrote that poem myself before I started writing this so please don't steal it thanks lovies!)

I kicked my shoes off and they fell to the floor. Earbuds in, I turned the volume up all the way.

I hummed along to the song and started quietly singing,

These Bruises make for better conversation,

Loses the vibe that separates.....

I stopped singing and went back to humming worried someone would hear. I never thought my voice was beautiful but I sang to myself when I was sad or had nothing to do.

Gemma's door creaked open. I looked up at Harry and he rushed beside me.

"I didn't mean to upset you. I didn't get to finish." I supposed he wanted me to ask what he was going to say so I did,

"What were you going to say?" I asked quietly whipping tears from my eyes.

"I was going to say, I started to look up some articles and I think it's..... Interesting. Don't you?" He was asking if I found my mothers death interesting. But knowing the car was stolen and never found having her purse and wallet in it, it was hard not to wonder who and where they were. Who I wanted to hurt, who I wanted to kill, they had no right to murder my mom. It was terrible to think those things but, it is hard to just forgive them for ruining my life.

"Uh yeah, I guess." I wanted to change the subject but I thought it was leading up to something important.

"Well her credit card was left in the car right? Did they trace any use of the card?" That was a smart question but I didn't have any answer.

"Um..... I don't really know anything. I was nine years old. My dad tried to spare me the gruesome details. He didn't tell me much.

"Oh.... well do you want to find out who killed your mum?"