Life After Death (On Hold)

Chapter 3

I sat on the island in the kitchen, eating a bowl of cereal and reading the back of the cereal box. I heard the door unlocking and looked up to see Simon walk in with the hands full of shopping bags. He struggled to walk over to me but it was only about 15ft from the front door to the kitchen. It was all an open space so there were no doors or walls, we only had our bed, a TV and a set of drawer on the big metal shelf in the corner across the room. He sat the bags on the counter next to me and kissed me on the head.

"Thanks for the help by the way," He said rolling his eyes and unpacking the contents of the bags.

"You're welcome!" I replied smiling and mouth full of cereal.

Getting out of bed, I kept noticing how empty and lonely it was without him. The apartment we owned seemed so big when we lived together. Now it just feels like a space of nothingness. Nothing here and nothing there, like a big black abyss. I walked down the steps of the shelf bed and into the shower. The warm water felt nice but it still didn't wash away any pain. After getting out the shower, I got dried and dressed with my 'already prepared and sat out' clothes. An over-sized purple jumper, black skinny jeans and black vest top for underneath. Walking over to the kitchen I put my pyjamas in the washing basket and boiled the kettle. After making tea, I hugged my hands round the glass mug and walked over to the window. It made me feel slightly better seeing the rush of people in the morning. Simon always wished it had been a field instead of the brick and concrete roads, he said it was much more peaceful.

We had a plan to run away and live in the county. It would have been more peaceful and there would be no one there but us. It all seemed so real, planning out the future and deciding what to do with our lives. I didn't want to do any of it anymore, it wouldn't be the same without him.

As I stood and looked out of the windows, which were the length and height of the wall, I heard a banning on the front door, coming from behind me. So much noise from such a small door. I walked over and peered through the peep hole. I rolled my eyes and unlatched the lock. Nate came bursting through holding two cups of coffee and a bag with some mini muffins. Before any words came out either of our mouths, I held up my cup of tea telling him I didn't need any. He done just the same as I did and rolled his eyes.

"So how's my favourite girl holding up today?" He asked walking over to the kitchen and pouring his latte in one of my mugs and putting the mini muffins on a plate.

"I don't need babysitting. For God's sake, I'm 25 years old." I followed him and took the muffins from his hands and sat on the couch facing the windows.

"I am not getting paid by your mum so its not technically babysitting." He sat down on the orange spiny chair beside me while I lifted my legs, folding them in a basket. We sat in silence for a few second before he uttered, "This loft is so big. You should do something nice with it, like give it a make-over-"

"It's fine the way it is!" I screamed at him, rage running through my veins.

I hated it when people suggest changing things. Did they not like the way Simon decorated our apartment? Or did they just not like him in general?

"Calm down. It's not like I tried to move anything or paint the walls. I'm only saying its getting bad for you health staying this way."

"I know what you are saying and don't say it again. I don't need this speech from you, I've already had it from my 'so-called' mother. Everyone thinks they know whats best for me, but healing from a broken heart can take a long time."

"I know it takes time and I'm trying to help you but it doesn't seem to be working. I have been trying to help you for the past seven months but all you do is shut me out. I don't know why I even try anymore!" More rage built up inside me and I stood up, looking him in the eye.