Tomorrow

Chapter 2

The next day is the best day. Well not for everybody. The next day is actually the worst day in the history of days. But for me, it was the only one that mattered to me of all of  my 17 years. The next day was the day I became a person who actually felt an emotion towards another and meant it. And the feeling was returned. The next day we might all die. But it was a day worth living.

I drive. I drive out of my drive way, and around the corner, pass the park I used to play on. Past the corner store where kids would line up to buy twenty five cent candy. Past the mall where I work. Past the rows of identical houses that hold such different people. Past the high school where I go for my weekday torture. And finally, I arrive.

The abandoned house. My sanctuary.

"It's been a while my old friend," I whisper to the window.

It's been abandoned for as long as I could remember. I don't know much about the family who used to live here but I know that they had dark times here.

I'm sure it wasn't the house but the people who once lived here that gives it such mystery. But it gives me peace. Nobody dares step inside, or even near, this house. Besides me of course.

The dark red dusty wood, shattered windows, broken front door. Let's not forget the broken down car in the back.

Broken yet perfect.

When I get older I want to fix this house up and call it mines.

I step towards the door and start to open it, but I hear something. I stop dead in my tracks. I hold my breath.

I listen closely. Voices. Someone is in here.

I try to think fast about what I want to do. I can leave. I can just run to my car and blast out of here.

No.

This is my house. I always come here. And who is this person to come and claim it?

I do something I've would have never done before in my life.

I open the door, slamming it shut so that the person knows I am here.

Silence.

I automatically regret my choice.

Seconds later someone charges towards me, almost knocking me off my feet.

I block my face, too scared to fight back. I manage not to fall over but I back into the front door in the process, almost taking it down.

The person doesn't attack again, but I continue to keep my face covered.

"Oh shit," they say.

"Please," I beg, "I'm sorry, just don't hurt me, you can stay I don't care, please let me go."

A hand grabs mines yanking it away from my face. But I keep my eyes closed.

"Dude," they say, "Open your eyes, it's me."

I slowly open my eyes. And I regret it.

I back far away, once again running into the door, and this time I take it with me.

The door and I crash to the ground. But I'm too freaked out to feel the pain.

It's her.

"Frankie."

I look at her and all her beauty.

She smiles and tilts her head offering me and hand up.

I take it.

Her hands are cold in mine, and even though I don't want to, I let go quickly.

She looks at me for a minute.