The cool breeze slaps my face, sending shivers throughout my body. My hair goes with the wind, making me hug myself;shielding myself away from the cold. My nose is bright red as my cheeks have a tint of pink. My teeth start to chatter.
"Come here love" Patrick says, wrapping his arm around my waist carefully, holding me to his chest.
"You're freezing, why didn't you wear a thicker jacket?" Patrick questions me, holding me tighter.
"I didn't think of it at the time, I'm sorry" I don't know why, but a tear falls down my cheek.
"Here, have my jacket" He begins taking off his jacket and wraps it around me.
"I don't want you to get cold" I tell him, calmly handing him his jacket back.
"I won't, you're more important right now. I don't want you to be cold." He hands it back by putting it on me. I snuggle myself to feel the warmth wrap around me as Patrick's scent invades my nostrils.
"Thank you"
"Anything for you" He moves my hair out of my face and kisses me gently on the lips.
"I love you" he says.
"I love you too" He holds my hand and we continue walking to our destination.
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"We're here" I take a huge breath of air and slowly release it, pushing my hair back.
"We're here" I repeat what he said as I take a couple steps forward.
We bury the babies ashes around mom and Tammy, said a few words and left.
You're running away, you need to stop running away and face reality for once Amanda.
I squeeze my eyes shut, making the voice go away.
You can't get rid of me, I'm you.
I'm you
I'm you
I'm you
It echos in my head, over and over again.
"Stop, please stop" I put my hands over my face.
Now you lost your baby you sick bitch.
"Please, go away"
"Baby, what's wrong? Who are you talking to" Patrick questions me, looking at me with concern in his eyes.
"I'm not talking to anyone, I'm okay" I give him a reassuring fake smile and grab his hand and start walking back to the car.
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Two weeks later
"You're wound looks better. The stitches came out so it looks great. Just a scar will be there" Patrick says, kissing the pink scar.
"Yeah, I guess" I shrug and look at it.
So pink
"Are you ready to go back to school tomorrow?" Patrick asks me, pulling my shirt down.
"I guess. I've missed another two weeks of school." Feeling stressed already.
"I'm gonna go take a walk, maybe go to the store" I tell Patrick, putting my coat on, along with black vans.
"Alright. Be back soon" He kisses me and gives me a hug.
I leave the house and start walking towards the small gas station that's about a few blocks down.
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The life of Amanda Rae
Teen FictionAnd there he was. Looking right at me with an astonishment look on his face. His lips parted slightly, his face drained away with no color. His hazel eyes just staying focussed on my baby blue eyes. My face is drained, my hands are sweaty, and my...
