Moving from England to America, moving in with your cousin Devin and his family and a complete new lifestyle is tough and extremly exciting at the same time as you havent seen your friends and family in years.But will moving back be the best option ?
I wake up. Strangely feeling fine, as if nothing happened. I look around but i am no longer at the beach. I am lying on a floor, which seems familiar. My eyes explore my surrounding until they land on a certain figure. There is a body lying on a bed. He is playing on his phone and has his headphones on. I begin to stand up, to walk towards him to see who exactly it was. Until i am interrupted by a young girl running into his room. She seemed upset as if something dramatic had happened. Her eyes were puffy, and she looked weak. Instantly the boy dropped everything in his hands and wrapped his arms around her. He comforted her while rubbing her arm. Her head lays on his shoulder, while the expression on the boy's face was emotionless. I start to walk towards them, and as i look more closely. I realise who it is. I am the girl and Kevin is comforting me. I remember its the day which i was leaving America and going back to England. I begin watching........
-------That day-------
Today was the day, it was the month of October. I was going to leave and go back home. But this time, it felt different. Like I'd never see them again. Every year when i leave, the pain increases each time. But today was a stranger day. I hate that I live so far away and that I can't be able to just walk or drive to see my family and friends
My ability to think straight is terrible and I find myself walking, but not knowing where until i stop at a house. I forcefully open the door and run up the stairs. I run to a room where i feel i am able to feel safe and myself. Kevin is sitting on his bed listening to music, but when he sees me he stops what he is doing as invites me into a loving hug. The tears were uncontrollable, it felt like my eyes were waterfalls and they wouldn't stop flowing water out of them. My head is lying on Kevin's shoulder until i feel my clothing become wet. I unlink my arms from Kevin and look at his face. He was also crying too.
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I hate the feeling of leaving him. He is my world, my everything and most importantly my best friend. We have a bond that is unbreakable, we are like butter and bread. Together we are great and everyone loves us and we compliment each other. But without Kev, we'd taste plain. Having Kev in my life is the best thing that's ever happened to me. He's my big brother, I'm even closer to him than Devin. I think about the times I'd sleep over at his, all the time practically as being apart. Hurt. He makes me laugh, cry, smile and die inside due to his presence. Kevin is the reason why i am me. He is there for me at 4am American time when i cant go back to sleep. Reminiscing on the time spent when i was with him every step of the way with his music, when he lost his motivation or when he couldn't sing due to getting ill. I'd stay by his bed and get whatever he needed to get better.
Me and Kev continue to stay in our position until i am interrupted by a call. The call that told me that it was time to leave. The call that i dreaded when I came to America as its the thing that i had no control over. The only time I'd seen Kevin would be on facetime and in a year it would be face to face and able to physically touch each other. I kiss his cheek. I squeeze him tight and say "I love you Kevin Michael Alston until a year". I walk out without hearing a response. I had to exit the house before i could hear it or I'd crumble. This time leaving, it felt heartbreaking. Different. As if my world is coming to an end.
(BACK TO ALIYAH PRESENT DAY)
I watch as my younger self leave Kevin's room. Kevin (age 13 nearly 14) runs to his bed and cries and cries as he watched me leave. It felt like forever watching him cry and then i suddenly realised months has passed during the flashback. And instead of seeing Kevin happy and evolving, I watch as he cries harder each and every night calling my name "ALIYAH, ALIYAH, ALIYAH, WHY DID YOU HAVE TO LEAVE ME!!!!" .
However afterwards i begin to see him smile and laugh and lie on his bed without crying himself to sleep. Which puzzled me, why i am still in this flashback? Why haven't i woke up yet? Was there more to watch? If so I would be able to take it.
Until everything stopped.My heart melts. Kevin runs into his room as if he had been running for ages. He seemed different, older and no longer happy. I remember that this flashback was from a week ago. He drops to the ground and places his face on his knees. Tears rolled down his cheeks. He looked exactly like the last flashback when he was crying. I wanted to run to him, and scream IM SORRY IM SORRY KEV, STOP CRYING. But it was no use i was technically alive during this time period then, so I was stuck, being tortured as the pain rushed through my veins. I walk away and say. "Im sorry kevin i will make things better i promise, you wont have to cry anymore........".
