Forgotten || n.h

Chapter One

2 years later.

I wait impatiently for the Email about the apartment I'm taking, it should come right about now. An alert sound comes out of my computer, and a grin travels its way to my face. I open the Email, and they approved. I shut my computer close, laying down in my bed, as i stare blankly at the ceiling, and a pang pain settles in my chest.

It's been 2 years.

It's been 2 years since i left Seattle, since i left my life there, since i left Niall. But i still can't help feel a weight settling on my chest. I could still remember that brief second when the doctor said that he couldn't do anything anymore, its faith's turn. The pain on my chest that day was deep like a knife just went through me, hope runs down me and i couldn't see clear. The image of seeing Niall's lifeless body was too much for me to handle, so i begged my Mom to bring me home, i knew for a fact what was going to happen. My life became a blur and a heavy weight on my shoulders, it never made me feel less hurt, every corner of my room reminds me of him and i knew i had to move on. And that's how i got here. In the UK.

It's been 2 years, and i still haven't Forgotten.

****

I park my car infront of the apartment, staring at the tall building. I climb out my car, taking in the scent of the nature breeze, i pull my bags with me as i make my way to my apartment, relief urges through me as i look around the place, just as it looked in the picture. The walls were colored in a shade of light blue, the floor is tiled with shiny light brown wood, across the room was the kitchen, a counter beyond it, a small table for four but had two seats, and a small lantern hanged above. A small living room with a white sofa, the bed is nearly cleaned and i feel content with my choice. I lay my things on the sofa as i quickly unpacked, i dial my mom's number to tell her i have got the apartment.

I haven't talk to Sam since i left, she'd text me, but i didn't have the strength to text back. I sit silently with my face in my hands, as i wipe my temples. Clearly, life has been nothing but shit to me. I lived 2 years with a deep scar that tells me everything, the pain doesn't go away, i actually thought it would. Who would have thought it would take this long to forget a person you loved so much.. I take in careful deep breaths as i avoid the urge to cry. I'm not crying. Not anymore. I've cried too much since he... The last time i saw him..

Not anymore.

A knock comes to the door, waking me up from my thoughts, i catch my breath swinging the door open.

"Hi." A boy stands infront of me, he looks like his a year older than me. His blue eyes glistening.

"Uh hi." I say awkwardly.

"I just wanted to welcome you, i live across the hall." He smiles, i smile back nodding.

"Thanks.." I tell him.

"I'm Tristan.." He says, his hand out to shake, i shake it.

"Skylar." I respond.

"Its nice to meet you, I'll see you later.." He beams, i nod slightly giggling. I shut the door behind me and continued to unpack a few things.

****

I take a sip of my Frap one more time, as i toss it in the trash. The moment i got to that apartment, i felt happy, but half of me ached. I couldn't stay long there because it reminded me how alone i was, and much more i think about it, guilt rushed through me.

What if i have never left?

Would i be okay?

Would he be alive?

Or would taken it if he wasn't?

The questions make my head pound, the connections i have in Seattle has vanished, i don't talk to Sam, Mason, or anyone else from my old life except for my parents. I wanted to though. i really did. But everything about them just made me remember. And what if i didn't wanted to remember? Half of me did, but a bigger half wanted to forget everything. The pain. The hurt. Him.

I needed to get my thoughts clear, this isn't helping at all, I've been here for a year and a half, i moved here to Doncaster, and nothing seemed to change, the empty pit in my heart was still there. Maybe i didn't have to be alone, an idea rushes through me. A roommate. That's what i need. Once i got home, i immediately went on my computer sending an email to AppartmentHome.com i sent in picture of my house, typing in 'Available Roomate: Female' as the caption. Sending it right away. I smile proudly at myself till my computer beeps. Someone has taken my request. I message her to meet me at the coffee shop near oaks park, and she agrees. Relief washes through me, one step closed to moving on, to having a new and better life.

"So how have you been?" My mom asks through the phone.

"Well, pretty good, The place is pretty big so i decided to get a roomate, I'm meeting her tomorrow." I smile, as i add the onions in the pan, it makes a sizzling sound, adding more of the ingredients needed in my fried salad.

"Well that's good to hear sweety, me and your father misses you so much. Do you think you could visit?" She asks, my heart stops.

"Mom? Isn't it too soon?" I say.

"Honey it's been 2 years." She sighs,

"I know, and I'm sorry. But it's hard, i don't think i can take coming back. Why don't you guys visit me instead?" I suggest.

"We'll see." She sighs, i smile, as we said our goodbye's.

I stare blankly at the wall, as i ate my salad. Wow, so this is what it feels like living alone? I should get some cats. Washing the dishes after i eat as i head right back into bed. The excitement of meeting my roomate rushes through me, i will really need it. Thoughts flutter from my mind as i drifted off.