A Bloody Melody (Discontinued)

Chapter Two

A Bloody Melody

Chapter Two

My fingers danced across the empty dresser wiping away a few streaks of dust. We were leaving in half an hour, ready to make our way to the train that would take us across the world to America. Everyone was all packed and ready to go; we had said our goodbyes and wiped away our tears. I was right when I thought Kate would understand. She did, because she always wanted what was best for me, just as I had her. It didn’t mean we weren’t both sad. She was just as devastated as I was because as soon as I stepped through that portal I would never see her again. Ever.

We had spent all night talking, laughing and crying but earlier this morning it was time to say goodbye.

“I’ll miss you,” I told her, swiping away a few stray tears that were making their way down my cheeks.

She flung her arms around me and her short blonde her got stuck in my mouth. “I’ll miss you to. I don’t know what I’m going to do without you.”

A strangled laugh escapes my lips. “You’ll finally be able to do your mischief without me stopping you.”

“Yeah, I will.”

I pull back and look at her face, the same face that punched a girl for making fun of me in pre-school, the same face that made me laugh, the same face that always got me trying new things, the same face that sometimes got me in trouble and the same face that was now red and blotchy from crying.

“You look like Mrs Pimpernickle,” I said.

Her brown eyes sparkle from laughter. “So do you.”

It wasn’t like our normal laughter though, no this laughter stunk of desperation and goodbyes.

“I’ll never forget you, you know?”

She smiled. “Who could forget me?”

“No one.”

“I won’t forget you too.” She wrapped her arms around me again and we stood in a hug.

I whispered to her, “You never know, one day you might get on to a wave. You might get to Deacon.”

“Maybe,” she snivelled.

I think we both know that that’s not true though. Kate’s dad was a janitor at the school we go to and her mum worked at Home Bargains. The only way she would ever get on a wave was if she worked to the top herself or married someone who had a chance of going through. Neither of those where likely and if either one of them did happen then it would be years from now.

“I have to go,” I managed to choke out.

“You’ll do good there, they’ll love you.”

“They’d love you too.”

“Eh…” She said with a shrug, her quirky smile still in place.

We stood in silence for a minute before Dad came up behind us and said, “Lainey… it’s time for Kate to go.”

We hugged each other tighter before letting go and I said the last thing that she will ever hear from me, “I love you.”

Her eyes glistened even more and somehow she managed to give me her signature grin, one full of cheekiness. “I love you too, you crazy bitch.”

That was it; she had walked through the door and closed it behind her. The last thing I saw of her was her hand on the door knob. I stood there, with Dad behind me and it took a couple of seconds, but he handed me a tissue. It was harder than I thought, knowing now that all I’ll have were memories of her, yet I still managed to wipe away my tears with a mumbled, “Thanks.”