Long Gone

14. Memories

"Pass me some sweats would ya?" Harry shouts form the bedroom while I'm still not able to recover from the fact that Harry is in fact my childhood best friend. The person who made me hold onto myself when everything shattered around me. I remember every memory, every moment I spent with him. I waited for him for so long. I kept hoping he would come to save and held onto myself. He was the only one who helped me keep on holding onto my life. As I grew up, I started to realize that he is never coming back and it's just me. I kept reminding myself that I am all will ever need.

"What's taking so long?" His voice brought me out of my thoughts and I realized that I was still holding onto that picture. His eyes travelled to my hand and they narrowed into silts. I kept it back and before I knew his hand was clutching onto mine with the picture. He looked at it and smiled. Then I realized the similarities. The similarities between my dorky best friend and this green-eyed monster. I realized that I had been staring and quickly composed myself as he looked at me.

"She was my best friend. My everything. I loved her so much" He said admiring the picture once more. I gave him a small smile as my vision got a little blurry but I blinked back the tears. "But I messed all of it up. My mother took me away from her. I left her when she needed me the most and when I came back, it was too late. She was long gone." A tear slipped his eye.

"I wonder if she remembers me?"

She does.

"I wonder what she looks like?"

Not the same.

"I wonder if she is the same shy little girl?"

She isn't.

"Is she still holding on?"

She has to.

He looked at me with such sorrow in his eyes that I wanted to hug the life out of him and answer all those questions. Tell him that I am her. But I can't. He doesn't know. He can't know.

I changed everything. My personality. My appearance. My name. I changed myself so that I could go on and leave all the past behind. He is my past and I can't let it get in my way.

My past is just a labyrinth and I need to get out of it.

"Let's sleep. I'm tired" He says and goes out after keeping the photo back and grabbing his sweats. That's when I realize that he was almost naked. He had nothing but a towel on. I quickly wear one of MY oversized shirts. As I get to the bed I see him already tucked in with his eyes closed. I carefully lie on the bed, as far away from him as possible. I need to stay away from him. He is bad news.

Green eyes occupy my thoughts before I let darkness take over.

Black. That's all I see right now. suddenly a flash of light appears through and I run for it when I realize that I'm unable to move. I can't do anything as I'm tied down to a couch-like bed.

Suddenly laughter fills the room. A deep high-pitched voice that I remember very well. A voice that I'll never forget. A voice that is embedded in my head. A voice that I can't forget even if I want to.

I frantically turn my head until I find the source. My eyes are filled with anger. I know that he is dead. I know this is just another nightmare but I just can't seem to get out of it. I try to break out the ropes or whatever the thing is when I realize that he's not alone. Harry is beside him. His head bleeding as his cold body lies on the floor. My breath hitches in my throat. NO! He cannot leave me again. This can't happen.

I remind myself that this is a nightmare. I realize it but it just feels so real.

What if it is real?

I shake my head frenziedly as if trying to get out of this nightmare. That's when I see the light growing and his voice fills my head.

"NIK" he calls out. His voice keeps saying my name again and again.

I wake up with a jolt. Harry is holding my shoulders. I look at him and blink.

"Nik"

I blink.

"Are you okay?"

I blink again.

"You were hyperventilating?"

I blink yet again.

"Was it another nightmare?"

I blink again.

"Was it about me?"

That's when I snap out of it and move away from his touch. I shake my head and mumble a 'go to sleep' as I fall into deep slumber yet again.

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I wake up, rubbing my eyes agitatedly with my knuckles. I look at the time and try to sit up as my head suddenly starts spinning. I try to stand up.

Um, Bad idea.

I fall back on the bed and groan. When I get my vision back, I stand up and head for the bathroom as I grab the toothbrush and brush my teeth fiercely. I head into the bath and turn on the shower. As soon as the hot water hits me my mind wanders to Last night's events. I push them in the long forgotten corner of my mind. I let myself relax as the hot water runs along my body. I wash my hair and rub my body. As I get out of the shower, Harry walks in. I get ready and chose an outfit for today.

I choose black shorts and a white blouse style spaghetti crop top with some design on it to go with it. I slip on my black vans and a bracelet. I comb through the knots in my head and put on my eyeliner and lip balm as I grab my bag, keys and phone. (Outfit on A.N.)

I rush out the door and into the kitchen. I see bread and nutella on the island with coffee. I go over and smile a little when I realize that Al had left it for me. I take a sip of the sour yet sweet liquid. Perfect.

What would I do without coffee? I eat my nutella sandwich and Grab the coffee. It gives me the strength to get through hell without killing someone. It's like my drug.

On the bright side, I'm not addicted to cocaine.

As I finish my coffee, I dump it in the dustbin nearby and get on my baby. I zoom to school. I reach there in about 10 minutes. As I park and get off , I see people looking at me.

Something's up today.

I make my way to my locker to put my books in. As I open it, I find a white note. After eyeing it carefully, I pick it up to read it. I immediately recognize the handwriting. Why would HE leave a note in MY locker? Maybe he confused it for someone else's. I read the note.

Hey baby, you've got something on your butt.... MY EYES ;)

-R

I furrowed my eyebrows. Definitely a misunderstanding. It must be really hard for that small brain to remember a whole 3 digit number. I crumpled it and threw it away as I walked to my first class. English.

The only class I enjoy. Although, unfortunately I have HIM in that class. Karma always gets me.

I take my usual seat and he sits on the one beside me as all his friends surround him occupying the seats around him. I lock eyes with Percy as he gives me one of his beautiful smiles. I smile back and get back to reading Wuthering heights for the 50th time probably. I see another note in front of my bookmark written in the same handwriting.

I didn't know angels flew so low

I rolled my eyes and looked at the person that handwriting belongs to. He was busy looking at something on the board. I could see a faint smirk on his lips and a mischievous glint in his eyes. I see what he's trying to do. But this won't bother me. I won't react to it.

Game on Asshole.

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