Guccifying Alexa

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Yelled out his name. Pity he couldn’t hear it.

The day of their departure arrived frighteningly quickly and was too overwhelming for me to cope with.Two two days had passed us by in a bliss. Now, those days were just soul-breaking memories. I could hear voices downstairs and shuffling outside, but I dared not go down. There was a pain in my chest. Not real pain but a pain that was more real than ever. Like something in my chest was being ripped out of me. Like something inside wsas bleeding and hurt. I had never felt this pain before. And it wasn’t a good one to feel too. Tears streamed down my face and drops fell on my white frock. I remember changing it to a red one because Liam likes red but that was a task that had to wait. Right now, my legs felt like jelly and I knew one step and I would hit the floor. Only this time, noone would be here to catch me as I fall.

 Even as the moving van waited idly outside Liam’s house, I stayed locked up in my room, stuck in a frame of mind that told me that maybe if I didn’t accept the fact that he was leaving, it wouldn’t happen.

If I didn’t cry, the pain wouldn’t be real.

If I didn’t think about it, it wouldn’t happen.

If I didn’t go downstairs, I wouldn’t have to say goodbye.

My far-fetched way of thinking was unsurprisingly unsuccessful, no matter how much my eight-year-old self wanted to believe it.

I didn’t want to go in front of him. He would take notice of my puffy eyes that had swelled up from crying the whole night. He would start to cry too and the last thing I want to see is him cry which would make me cry more.

How I miss the old days. Though they were just a few days ahead of today, they surprisingly seemed like the days Grannies talked about. I remember everyday since we met, it seems. The day we met along with the first day we went to the park together, the first time we baked chocolate chip cookies, the first time we had a bath together, the first tie we met in a Costume Party. He was a Puppeteer and I was his Doll. I remember clearly.

I also remember the first time he pushed me on the swing and later on off it. That memory aroused some anger which was quickly replaced with sadness.

“Holly , come downstairs. Liam and his Mom are leaving.” My Mom yelled from down the stairs.

My heart wanted to run down the stairs but my mind said otherwise. It was stuck on the fact that Liam could have come up to say godbye in person. He could have come into my room for the last time. We could have sat on the floor by my bed. And I could have given him the gift I had hid for him under my bed. The gift, it took me 3 hours to pack with a silver paper because the tape wasn’t visible from my tear-filled eyes.

I had the same eyes right now. But they were the least of my concern.

Where is he?

What is he doing?

What is he thinking?

Should I go?

Would he come?

Why should I go?

That jerk!

He could have come.

I could have gone……

Laying belly-down on my bed, I cried. I cried holding my pillow like I was holding it for my dear life. Yelled into it.Yelled as loud as I could. Yelled out his name.

Pity he couldn’t hear it.

By the time I summoned enough courage to take a glimpse out of my window, the only sight that greeted my eyes was of the retreating red vehicle already making its way up the street.I could see his Mom driving up the road, the car I had been to places with him since as long as I can remember. I remember all those places, the Park, the Grocery Store, the Mall, the Place where we met Spongebob Squarepants and of course, the Cherryblossom Hill. I remember all those places as well as the silhouette of Liam sitting in the back seat. I ran bare-feet, way past my porch and the beautiful azaleas my Mom kept.

Long,uncombed, golden blonde hair, bloodshot brown eyes, runny nose,quivering lips, scratchy throat,bare feet,a pain so soul-breaking and a mourning white frock.

He wasn’t gone long but my heart missed him already.

 Hug him.

Hug him tight.

Never let him go.

I recognized the red vehicle. It wasn’t far. I could have yelled. But it was as if, I couldn’t. I stretched out a hand.

Please look back.

Please.

Please look at your Holly.

It could have rained heavily if God wanted more drama. But it didn’t. In fact the sky was the brightest blue filled with white cotton candy.

I saw them driving away until I couldn’t see them anymore.

 I never saw my best friend again.