Cold hands, warm hearts

Chapter 2

I sat there and waited for my laptop to start up. I felt a buzzing sensation on my bed and searched for my phone.
"I could've sworn that I left it right here!" I mumbled
I finally picked up my phone and opened my text messages;
Chloe: SINCE WHEN IS IT OKAY FOR YOU TO LEAVE ME AT SCHOOL LIKE THAT?!
Me: Look, I had a perfectly good reason. I didn't realize that you weren't on the bus until we left, and Ian sat next to me and I kinda freaked out.

After a couple of hours I noticed that Chloe hadn't responded, I guess she was mad. I braided my hair and got ready to sleep when I heard a tap on my door. I yelled,

"It's open!" My grandma waddled to my bed and placed my mom's old book at the end of my bed. She whispered

"You look so much like her, it hurts so much to see you every day, but she made me promise to give you this when she was on her deathbed. "

"Thanks, Ma," I mumbled

I grabbed the book and heard the door shut quietly. Some pages were ripped others had some damage but most of them were in perfect condition. Her small delicate letters were the opposite of my harsh ones. I read,

"Dear Diary, I know it's weird to have a diary when you're in college but it doesn't matter, Ethan and I went to the doctor and we saw her. My baby. My sweet little baby girl. There is so much I want to tell her like how people are going to be mean but you have to be the bigger person and I want to tell her that I will be proud of her no matter what..."

I closed the journal and threw it into my closet cluttered by softball bats and old clothes. I decided to go to take a walk around the block. I grabbed my keys off of my desk and put on a yellow sweatshirt Chloe got me at the beach.  I peeked into Mateo's room and saw him asleep with a book on his chest.

"Huh, I didn't even know he knew how to read," I whispered

I walked down the stairs and opened the door to a cool breeze. I walked past houses with chipping paint.  I shoved my hands further down into my pockets. I thought about what I read earlier and the dull memories of parents. All the times I refused to hug them or the times I left without saying I love you. Tears came from nowhere. They stained my dark skin with obvious lines of white trailing behind.

That's when I saw him. With a cigarette hanging from his lip. While stomping up to him the only thing I could think of is how his perfect teeth could be so white? When I was right in front of him I yanked the death stick out of his mouth.

"What the hell!" He yelled

"Are you trying to be a part of the 27 club?!" I asked looking down at my mix matched shoes.

"YES, I WOULD LOVE TO BE LIKE KURT COBAIN!" He screamed

I looked him straight in the eyes, squinted, and said, "You don't have the jaw structure to be Kurt and anyways. WHY IN THE WORLD ARE YOU YELLING AT ME, I'M SAVING YOUR LIFE!"

He rubbed his large hand over his face, I was mostly worried if he would rub his precious freckles off. While staring I forgot to look away and was faced with his penetrating grey eyes.

I turned on my heel and ran into the street without looking. I heard a car honk and I knew it was over. I HAVEN'T EVEN GRADUATED! That's when I felt something hit my side, my head hit the concrete and everything went black.