Songs of the Chapter:
Smells Like Teen Spirit~Nirvana
Possibility~Lykke Li
Breathe Me~Sia
The day went by rather quickly, much to my luck. I was ready to go home, take a shower, and then fall asleep.
As I walked outside the school doors and into the parking lot to where the bus had begun loading, I think of how I haven't seen Storm all day. I hadn't seen him at all since he asked me out to dinner this morning.
I clamber onto the bus, looking past the faces of my classmates, many of which I don't know their names. Out of all of them, I don't see Storm. I can't help but think it's a bit odd, seeing how he rode the bus to school this morning, but not back home this afternoon. Maybe a friend or a parent gave him a ride.
I take my usual seat and plug in my earbuds. A Nirvana song comes on, and I tilt my head back and forth to the rhythm of the song.
I look out the window as we pursue the drive to everyone's home, and notice that the snow from this morning has started to really pile up. Also, the snow falling currently falls in much larger, faster flakes than before. They should be salting the roads soon.
After an hour or so, the bus comes to a stop at the bus stop and bench at the end of my block. I walk down the aisle to get off, only two or three other kids left on the bus.
I hop off, and the bus takes off once more. I approach my house, and my heart leaps when I see Harry leaning against the porch railing.
"Harry?" I ask. "What are you doing here?" He simply laughs, opening the door for me.
"Why are you so surprised? I'm always here," he replies, smirking at me. I just shrug and begin to climb the stairs. I don't even have to turn around to know he's following me.
My parents are both at work, and won't be home until eight or later. This is how it is every night. I get home from school, make myself dinner, take a shower, and go to bed. Of course, with Harry watching over me every step of the way.
He has come to visit me nearly every day for the past year or so, and never once would he tell me who he is, or why he comes. My parents never even seem to know he's around, as crazy as it sounds.
I have to be insane, I think. This thought runs through my mind constantly now, it seems. People can't just disappear into thin air, the way Harry does. Maybe he is just a figment of my imagination, and he's not really here at all.
I head into my room, letting him shut the door behind us. I take a seat on my bed, and he walks over and sits down beside me. Neither of us say anything, but it's a comfortable silence.
"I need some answers," I finally speak, tired of waiting for him to say something. "Why are you always here?"
He takes a deep breath. "B-Before I say anything else," he begins, "you need to understand one thing." He turns on the bed, and looks at me straight in the eyes.
"And that is?" I question him.
He lifts a single hand, and brings it to my face, fingertips lightly tracing over my jawline, down my neck, and to my chest, goosebumps forming in the process. He stops when he reaches the spot right above my left breast, where my heart his. He stretches his palm out to where it's flat on my chest, where I know he can feel the steady thumping of my heart.
"I'm not-" he coughs. "I'm not alive."
whoop there it is
