Chasing David

Chapter 1- Waking up.

            Being alone is never easy. That's what most people would say. To me solitude gave me time to think. I did a lot of that this past 2 years. I just think it's better not to have this preconceived idea that everyone in the room thinks I'm strange and misplaced. The girl sipping her latte, who seemingly has no exquisite backstory to make her the least bit interesting. With everything that's happened you would think I needed the attention. But as far as I'm concerned I'd rather be alone. I liked it that way. I'm sure you're wondering " What the hell is she talking about?" I'll explain everything eventually. Let's get on with the story.
The sun shined brightly through the window. Not bright enough to show the horror scene that was my bedroom, but just enough that the low hanging blinds curved a tiny stream of light that sparkled right into my eyes. It was as if the morning sky hated me. And with the insomnia kicking in around 2 am, I hated waking up in the morning. The first five minutes consisted of not remembering, to remembering everything, to realizing that the day just wasn't worth getting up for. But that's not important. Not today.
Today is my sisters wedding. I still needed to call about the dress she was so eager for me to embarrass myself in. Not to mention I was the Maid Of Honor. I sucked at it. I'm not one for making plans, or wearing hideous dresses. But nevertheless she needed me. I slammed my hand down on top of the annoying blue alarm clock. Like a knife to the ear that thing was. A gift from my grandmother. You know the ones that only send things through the mail. That's how she showed her love. I felt everything but love for that stupid alarm clock.
Hopping out of bed I realized I forgot to shower. I didn't think anyone would notice. But I'm sure my sister would. Her long blonde hair cascading down her perfect body. Her manicured nails and designer clothes smelling of flowers and candy. Yeah, she was sure to catch a whiff of what I was working with. So I showered and threw on a t-shirt and some old jeans. I was the complete opposite of my adoring also trifling sister. My short brown hair couldn't stand a brush. Pfft... My curls are curly. A high bun was enough for me. Easy and out of the way. I'm not to fond of makeup. That's considering how much is needed to cover up all the freckles. Oh, and let's not forget my beloved stepping stool that helps me reach even the highest of snack shelves. I was small. And I was okay with it.
"LILU! HELLO! LILU WE'RE GONNA BE LATE!" My arm jumped, yanking the brush I was fighting with toward the ground. " DAMN IT TARYN! Calm down. I'm in here." I pleaded. Her next response was as expected. "Lilu, it's 11:36. You knew I would be here at 11:30. We have to meet again with the designers at 2 , and stop by Davids brothers house for the rings."
Hearing his name was like a thousand tiny slaps to the face. My heart sunk. I'd go into detail but once again, now is not the time. Looking down at the crumbs on my floor left from last nights stress eating, I felt a hand grasp my shoulder. "Look. I know it's still a touchy subject." she explained. " And it's beyond me why Ben hasn't scheduled a meet up. But I need those rings before 4, so let's get to it!"
She slammed the door behind her knocking the old band poster off my wall yet again.
I was alone. The way I liked it. Truth is, she didn't know just how touchy it was. Hearing his name rolling off of her tongue like nothing ever happened. Seeing his face in my head as she spoke so effortlessly about him. It was more than anything she could comprehend. It was the hardest thing ever. Trying not to let it ruin me.