Bad Girl Bad Boy

Five: Meg's clouds

Thinking was a very complicated task. Normal people creared out their brain like a day old garbage. Me on the other hand, lets not get into it right now.

Firstly, I hated the idea of Luca and Beth. Who am I kidding! I hated Luca. Period. He called Beth a whore. How dare he! He made me angry just by breathing the same air. That asswipe. And I felt like slapping his face silly. He would most probably catch my hand in his huge one. My height reached till his shoulder. My best shot would be a sneak attack.

I pulled up in my drivewqay, shutoff my music and took a deep breath.

Ugh. And why did he have to look so damn hot! And his eyes always seemed to look through mine into my soul. That infuriated me even further. How dare he have this effect on me?! Screw this. I shut my car door and walked into my house and strolled through the living room straight to my room.

Since Megs death, nobody stayed home unless they had to. Mom got busy in the clinic and dad, he did whatever it is that businessmen do.

I was mad. Beth dated almost the entire soccer team! Of course she would go after the hot new guy.

I sat at the edge of my bed and dropped my bag on the floor. Falling back on my duvet, I looked up at the ceiling. There were clouds, dark and light shades of different colors danced together to form a beautiful illusion of a clowdy day. It reminded me of rainy days. I loved the rain. It calmed me down. The clouds blurred over as I closed my eyes and remembered the day they were painted by Meg.

I cried a lot before Meg left us. Once she did, something just died inside me. It felt like the living emotional part shattered and was replaced by a silent cold feeling that never left. People thought I was being strong for my family. Some still thought I was a non-caring bitch. They were all very wrong. Except the bitch part. That was true.

One evening Meg took me with her to the doctors clinic. It was my first time going there. Forcefully might I add.

The doctor did some tests and said the same thing he always did that my parents repeated to me after Meg fell asleep in her room. It is still printed in my brain like it happened yesterday. Your condition is severe. All we can do is prolong the surgery. There is a 70% chance you wont survive Meg just nodded along and I felt the tears slip my eyes.

I slammed the car door in our driveway and went straight up to my room and silently let the tears drop till it all dried out. This was my night time routine. The next morning, Meg came barging into my room in her painting outfit that consisted of large overalls and that cotton scarf type band over her head. Get up get up geeeeeet upppp she yelled near my ear. I sat up and gave her a once over and groaned get out I need your bed an your room. She smiled and said.

All this while I stared at her half sleepily. I mumbled a fine and walked to my washroom.

When I walked back towards my room, I saw that she brought various pots of paint from the hardware store. She climbed on my bed and put her pots on the 5 step ladder beside the bed and began painting my ceiling. This was how I spent my morning. I leaned on the door frame as my artistic sister painted the ceiling with strokes of the beautiful blue. And with every stroke of paint, my sadness melted away.

Somehow, it made my room feel like it would always have Megs presence.

She was a wonderful painter. And when her masterpiece was complete, she climbed down and stood beside me. We both admired the masterpiece with calm smiles on our faces.

I opened my eyes and a soft smile greeted my face. I shuffled a little to get comfortable and drifted to sleep.

It was about 7 in the evening when I woke up again.

I liked naps. Because when you are on the brink of waking up, for a moment, just for a moment, you dont remember your mistakes, your problems etc. You are at peace.. and I lived for these moments of peace right before the thoughts of my past haunted me again.

I looked up and felt like Meg left some of herself amongst the clouds she painted overhead. With that thought I rolled on my side and pulled my laptop with me on my bed.

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Heylooo. This might be a bit weird, but I love this chapter to bits. It shows a side of meg to you.

Let me know how you liked the chapter <3