Addict

Music box

The wind roared as it pushed forcefully past my window causing me to wake up. I checked my phone to check the time.

3am

The witching hour.

I noticed I had a notification that I had missed call from Skype.

Shit I forgot completely. Haylee, Lottie and Mike were supposed to call me. I hope they will understand.

I forcefully closed my eyes shut but couldn't fall back asleep so I got up. I threw on a pair of leggings, large hoodie and my Doc martins. I left the house and went for a walk taking my phone and head phones with me. I went around the back of my house to a long quiet road turning up the volume on my phone. I followed it as I tried to relax and focus on the music instead of all the thoughts in my head. Logan and helping him, Harris and his self-harm, My Mother and Father and Gwen. I just wanted to escape it all. I'm not strong enough to carry everyone's load.

I came across a shed that seemed to be abandoned. I curiously examined the building and decide to climb through the dilapidated roof. Using my phone as a light I searched the various shelfs of the shed. I had seen what appeared to be a box of toys which also had really shit drawings inside.

The pages weren't In the best condition but I could still make out the drawings. There was a figure of a man holding what I presume to be a baby although the mans face was scribbled over. He was beside a woman with brown hair and a bottle in her hand while a figure of a little girl was holding her other hand. The girl had tears running down her face.

What ever child drew this must have not had a happy childhood. The next drawing was of the same woman figure in the last drawing kissing a man with a question mark over his face while they both held a bottle with a huge sad face covering the whole page.

The next page had the word angry in children's hand writing in red and orange over and over again. I dropped the pictures back in the box. I looked through the toys to find they were all smashed in some ways with marker all over them. I closed the box and continued to search the shelfs.

At the corner if my eye I saw a wooden music box. I was un able to open it as the key to it was missing. I decided to leave the shed and return to my house with the music box.

When I returned to my room I placed the music box on my desk. My fingers glided over the perfect details. It was a dark wooden box with red and golden details in a line surrounding the box. I turned the box over as I felt somebody had craved two letters into the bottom of the box.

G.J

I assumed this was somebodies initials. I believe it would belong to the child who drew the pictures. I really do wonder where that child is now.
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Eventually I fell asleep only to wake up the next day to the doorbell ringing. I heard Harris answer the door followed by his footsteps marching up the stairs all the way to my room. "Flo? there's a dude to see you." He politely whisper shouted.

I gently rose out of bed and threw on my dressing gown and slid on my slippers. I made my way down stairs to the front door to see and very cheerful, fresh looking Logan. "Morning Gorgeous." He smiled making my heart melt a little. "How could you possibly be this smiley at this hour?" I groaned still trying to adjust my eyes to the brightness that is day time. "Is somebody grumpy?" Logan said pouting ridiculously. "Fucking bite me." I replied hastily. "With pleasure Babe." He winked.

"What are you doing here?" I eventually asked leaning against the door frame. "We my sweet are going on an adventure for the weekend." He said in a shrilling voice. "Oh are we? I don't remember agreeing to that." I said raising an eyebrow.

I heard a shuffle of slippers behind me. "Who's at the door Florence?" I heard Catherine shout as she approached me steadily. "Its just.."

I paused.

I was about to say a friend but is that what this was Logan was? a friend? a friend who I am really attracted to who has the power to make butterflies have a rave in my stomach when he touches me? a friend who kissed me the other night who I wish kissed me all the time? a friend who I picture fu-

" Hi Ms.Russell I'm Logan." He said interrupting my thoughts as he shook my mothers hand. "Oh so you're the boy that's been hanging around my daughter lately then." She said hatefully. "Well yes you see my parents invited Florence to come to there country house this weekend as Flo has probably told you." He lied. I've never heard of any such plans. "Oh yes she did yeah I hope you guys has fun." Catherine replied falsely.

"Oh i'll wait in the car go- Flo." Logan blinked shocked she actually went along with it. He slightly jogged over to his automobile. I closed the door and turned to face my mother.

"Why don't you talk to me anymore Florence? We used to be so close." She said almost at a whisper. "No It's no-." "I guess I'll see you Sunday." She said storming upstairs.

I packed a few things while getting changed. I hopped in the passenger seat. "So I kiss you then I get to meet your parents and you meet mine?moving a bit fast don't you think?" I joked. "Oh you're not meeting my parents anytime soon." He chuckled softly. "But you s-" "I lied Flo." He interrupted. Damn what's with everyone interrupting me today.

"And for the record I kissed you." With that said the cars engined roared to life and we left Rockwell behind us.