11:11 [ pewdiepie ]

prologue.

Feeling a pang of cold air hit my skin made me wish that I had brought a jacket with me.

Except that going back home -- going back to that house again -- seemed like an unlikely idea. I didn't want to be in that house anymore.

I couldn't have my heart feel stabbed for the millionth time, could I?

On another note, it was still a mess. I didn't even bother on cleaning the wreck I made last month.

It's been a month since she left me.

I was rarely home since then. I would only come home just to eat and shower. I would just sleep somewhere where I could stop the car.

They had been calling me but their eagerness to know my well-being has started to seem like a nuisance, and a reminder, so I started leaving my phone behind.

As if everyone doesn't seem to be enough to make me feel like shit for making me remember that she's really gone, all I have to do is look around my surroundings to torment myself even more. Everything I see around me reminds me of her, and I hate it.

Listen closely and you would hear the clamor of my heart shattering into pieces whenever she would come across my mind.

I didn't even know how I could still live without her, how I made it this far.

I left every social media site that I have. I couldn't bare people giving me sympathy. I couldn't bare people telling her name to me and saying their condolences after it.

Parking it on the gutter, I glanced at the clock and saw that it was already five o'clock, dusk. I rolled the window on my side and embraced the cold wind on my skin. The music of the water crushing against the side of the cliff somehow put me at ease.

What a cinematic scene it could be, if only she was here to witness this with me.

I looked at the sun setting down as it casts its orange tint everywhere.

I remember when we used to go out at noon on weekends to go on the beach just so we could watch the sun go down.

She would always look at the scenery, muttering how beautiful it was. I would always stare at her, thinking of the same thing.

How I wish I could turn back the time. Wishful thinking, is it not?

I closed my eyes, feeling the breeze.

Moments passed by, and I fell asleep, with thoughts of her running through my mind.

•••

I woke up to the sound of a knock on the shotgun seat's window. I didn't move.

"Hello? Is anyone in there?" Said a soft voice. Maybe one of those beggars, a little girl from the sound of it. Just ignore her.

For sure, cops would find her soon enough to bring her in an orphanage or something. I don't know. I don't fucking know.

I didn't want to interact with people yet, thank you.

I didn't want any presence near me at the moment except for her's. Which was quite impossible so all I wanted was to be alone.

"Please? Can I just have a spare blanket? It's cold here." I didn't answer. After a few minutes, I heard a sigh and light footsteps walking away from the car.

Once I can't hear anything. I straightened in my sit and looked at the time. 11:07 pm.

"Do you believe in 11:11?" I flinched at the memory, feeling like my heart just missed a beat. I shook my head.

Looking outside made me realize three things: a) the sunset was already replaced with a blanket of dark blue dotted with twinkling lights, and b) it was fucking cold outside.

Both realizations led to the third one, which is c) I'm a huge asshole.

Why didn't I give her a blanket?

As if to make me feel worse, a breeze hit my face, making me shiver from the cold.

After a few minutes of silence, I started the car to find the little girl. The headlights lit up the road ahead as the engine sputtered to life.

Not far from the spot, I saw her, slowly pacing down the side of the road, shivering. I slowed the car down and stopped behind her but she just kept on walking, like she did not even notice the sudden presence of lights that was illuminating her path and casting a shadow of her figure.

I was about to open the door and get off when the girl tripped and stumbled, falling onto the ground. I waited for her to get up but she just laid there, unmoving.

Cursing under my breath, I hurriedly went beside the girl. I shook her, trying to wake her up but I was just answered with soft wheezes. She's burning hot.

Shit. She's sick, you dumbass.

I picked the girl up and settled her on the shotgun seat. I then got the blanket at the backseat and put it over her petite body to keep her warm.

I didn't have any medicine with me. They're at the house. Dammit, how could this happen to me?

I glanced at the little girl and took in the sight of her fragility. I have to.

I may not like it but I have to come back there.

°°°

HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN TO ME. I MADE MY MIS-- oh hey there.

Another fanfiction! Yay!

Here's to writing more chapters and sleepless nights.

Also, just a warning. Some parts of the story includes abuse and blood.

If you're easily triggered with things like that, I'm asking you to kindly close the book, delete it in your library, stomp it, wreck it, burn it to piec--

Sorry, I got a little carried away.

Anyways, thank you for stumbling upon this book. Every read, vote, comment and share will be very much appreciated <3

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