Poppy-
Another city, another fucking waste of time.
I sluggishly walk out of the airport into the warm air of California, I've spend the last 2 years of my life aimlessly wandering from city to city, country to country, all for what? I ask myself the same question everyday.
The answer is, well if I'm honest with you, I don't know exactly, if I had to explain it I would say I'm afraid of death, that may sound weird and you may be thinking "but Poppy, people die everyday, its normal to be scared of death", to say I'm 'scared' of death is an understatement.
Exactly 2 years ago to this date, my family and I were in a car crash, a pretty devastating one at that, In the car was me, my parents, my older brother and my three year old sister, and every single one of them were torn away form me that day, but me? I'm still here, and why? why was it me that deserved to go on with my life? my parents were both successful, we lived comfortably and they loved their jobs but more importantly, they loved their family. My sister was an amazing student, passing all her classes and getting ready to head to college, and well, my younger sister, she was just so innocent, the purest little girl you would ever lay your eyes on.
Then there was me, a family disappointment if you would, drugs, drinking, party's and failing school, I had no reason to do all those things, I had an amazing life, not a care in the world, lets just call its selfishness.
So here I am, as the last remaining child of my parents I inherited their wealth, and there was a lot of it, and with the money I've spent 2 years of my life running, my grandparents were supportive and pretty much begged me to move in with them, but I couldn't do it, see, grandparents are old, well usually, and old age means death and death was not a thing I would like to experience again.
That's why I ran, and I continue to run, any person I get remotely close to I leave, its easier that way, that way I experience no more heart ache and no more suffering.
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I throw my bags down as I enter through my hotel room, I never spend too much on rooms but I also like to make sure I'm comfortable, I can afford it after all.
Usually any other person who had been travelling all day would take a nice deserved nap, but not me, its rare that I sleep and the only way I manage to sleep is if I'm unbelievably high, so instead I dig out my laptop and decide to search the internet.
By the time ive searched through almost every website there must be out there, its 4AM, not an unknown time for me, but I don't mind, 4AM doesn't exist to some people as they're comfortably asleep with loved ones, but 4AM for me was like home.
I wander out onto the balcony of the hotel room and take in the view, I don't enjoy most aspects of life but I can appreciate a good view when I see one. I just stare out into the distance for a few minutes until I hear the glad door of the room next to me slide open, I don't take much notice, its none of my business anyway , right?
"nice view huh?" I hear a voice come from almost directly next to me, I look over to see a scruffy looking guy, long hair, baggy jumper, typical boy really, he's stood on the balcony next to mine. I ignore his comment, like I ignore most people. "Not speaking I see?" he chuckles to himself, if there's one thing I cant stand about people, its arrogance, I glance back over to him to see him staring directly at me, "are you admiring the view or me?" I ask coldly which earns yet another chuckle from him.
"what's got you up so late?" he asks, as if he actually cares about me as a person, what a good actor
"what fun is sleep" I respond
"I agree completely"
Then there's silence, I wasn't entertaining the idea of a conversation and I hoped he was giving up on speaking to me.
I heard footsteps moving away from where I was stood and thought I had a lucky escape, I suddenly heard footsteps running, I spin around and see the boy hopping over into my balcony, as he lands he slips and falls directly onto his back, I sigh to myself and roll my eyes before walking over to him and offering my hand to help him up "smooth" I say raising my eyebrow, he takes my hand and raises himself up off the ground.
"So, my names Calvin, lets have a drink" he laughs before walking into my hotel room, whatever he thinks he's going to achieve, he's going to be disappointed.
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wooo first chapter, i know its not very eventful but i wanted to introduce you to Poppy and obviously Calvin, ill probably upload again tomorrow as its currently 4:30AM and i may as well try to sleep surely.
