It Follows

Packing

   I hold on to my dad as if time has stopped. I can hear him sniff up tears. Unlike him I don't try to hide them. I feel them stream down my face. I burry my face into his cold jacket. "Dad, will it ever get better?" I ask him.

His answer is," Kitten, of course it will. Even if it might not seem like it. This is just so hard to deal with specially with you being so young." I know I'm not very young I'm 15. But still younger than most people when there mom dies. "Kitten promise me that you will never forget your mom and the memories of our family" I can't even talk there's a lump in my throat and it just keeps on getting bigger and bigger.
  
   I look my dad in the eyes and say," I promise." My dad goes to the front door that's covered in police tape. He looks through the window, only to find a chalk outline of my mom. The police and dectives let us in. We head to different rooms taking what we need to get us through the week. I go to my room. I sit on my bed. Taking in this room, my mom picked out most of the decor peices. I get out my big hard suitcase and start to fill it up. I grab 8 pairs of underwear, 8 pairs of socks, 8 bras, 1 sports bra, 2 skirts, 2 leggings, 2 shorts, 2 pairs of jeans, 1 pair of sweat pants, 2 long sleeve shirts, 4 t-shorts, 2 tank tops, 3 pairs of PJ's, 1 sweat shirt, 1 hoodie, 1 rain coat, 2 sweaters, and a heavy coat. I grab a new bag and put 2 pair's  of white converse, pair of white flip flops, short rain boots, combat boots, pair of Nike's, and black high heels. I go to my bathroom and take out a overnight bag, and put the basics in it. Next I grab my makeup bag and toss my favourites in it. I also add some hair ties and headbands to my makeup bag. I hear something go off in my room. I stop what I'm doing grab a cold curling iron and run into my room. I drop the curling iron to the ground. I must look so stupid right now. I walk over and grab my phone with everything on my mind I didn't even remember that I left it here. I open it up, 76 notifications from Instagram, 295 from Snapchat, 37 from messages, 17 missed calls, and 5 emails. Wow. I was only gone for 1 day and this happened. I pick it up and slip it into my jacket pocket. "15 minutes," a deep voice calls up to me and my dad. I go back to the bathroom and finish with that stuff. I grab a new suitcase and fell it with my iPhone, iPad, Mac chargers, my iPad, my Mac, headphones, 6 of my favourite books, I grab all of the things I need for work and put it in there. I go to my mom's room and walk past my red eyed dad just zipping up his bag. I go to my mom's night side table and reach in and get her diary. I put it in my bag and then lean over and grab the stuffed bunny I got when I had the farm "accident" and went in to surgery. My mom and dad gave it to me. I zip up all of my bags and carry them down stairs and to the back door dodging police. I look out over the kitchen and dining room and into the family room. I bolt up the stairs almost taking out my dad on my way. I run to my room and dig through my desk drawer to pull out 2 flash drives. I stick them in my jacket by my iPhone and leave my room door open. I head down the stairs acting casually. I grab some of my bags and carry them to the garage and into the white SUV. I put all of my bags but the ones with my books and stuff in the very back. I put that bag by my feet in the front seat. I go back to help my dad with the bags but he is talking to the police, so I just take them. I sit in my seat and wait for my dad. I take the flash drives out and put them by my IPad and Mac. I open my phone and go straight to my messages. Most of them are from family saying sorry and I just answer them saying she will be missed and things like that. My friends are asking where I am and what's going on, so I answer it was a family emergency. My dad must have texted me too but I just left him open. I go to delete the useless mail. See who called. Go look at Instagram. Than I answer Snapchats. My dad gets in the vehicle and turns it on as the garbage door opens. He pulls out. "Dad, where are we going to go?" I question.

   "I was thinking we go to my parents or do you want to go to your mom's parents house?" He answered and asked me. I think about it for a little bit.

   "How about grandmother and grandfather Cull?" I tell him.

   "No problem we will need to plan out the wake and funeral. And maybe I could go through the Starbucks drive through." He says well keeping his eyes on the road.

   I can't help but smile," Awesome and you can get me the green tea latte. Please." He smiles as a yes. I get my headphones and phone out and go to Netflix. I start to watch Riverdale for like the twelveth time. After 45 minutes of driving (me watching Riverdale and sipping my drink). We make it to they're house. We take our bags and have small talk then say goodnight. I go to the bed from last night and it's still unmade. I put down my bags and get into a navy blue onesie with white and pink poca dots on it. I grab my bunny Alex, take out the le which in French is the and that makes it the ax. Or Ax, but mom didn't like that name. I lay down in the soft, comfy, warm bed and let my dream take over my thoughts.