Finally Living

Chapter 4

Chapter #4

A/N

Hahaha, hey guys. So I just finished watching a very emotional movie (No it was not the notebook) but im freaken emotional right now. So this chapter may get a little deep xD but hey, that gives it a good edge.I have also chosen were they go first…. I hope you like Chicago America. Oh and I havnt been there, so I fi muck something up. Then ooooooooops! Sorry! So, hope u like this chapter

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I felt like I was drifting in and out of time and space. See, I have never seen a Star wars movie. And I don’t watch Dr who. So I don’t know anything about time and space. But I knew this feeling. It wasn’t contempt. As a human I know I will never be contempt. Its impossible to feel just right. But It was a feeling beyond so many others. Instead it was the feeling of being there but also being here. It was the feeling as Nick explained from The Great Gatsby “I was both the man on the street and the man in the colourful apartment. I was both in and out.” I never quiet understood what he meant. How could you be in two places at once? I now kind of know what he means.

He means that he could understand what its like to be on both sides of the situation. Im both in and out. I could almost see myself lying down, still in my illegally short blue dress. My boots discarded next to my bed.

But I also saw myself in a trance. I saw my dreams and my peace. I saw what I wanted to see. I saw myself both in and out.

That was, until I woke up fully. And unfortunately, that was right now.

“What the literal fuck?” I mumble slash groan. The pound in my head to an extreme. I have barley any memories from last night. I only remember a pair of mint pale green eyes. Now that I think about it. I also see the little swirls of dark shaded green. I hadn’t noticed them last night.

I also remember Mikey. Oh my shit! Mikey! Oh, oh… What would he think of me now? Well, we were friends for a reason. I mean. I think I have seen him worse than me last night. But he had never seen me crying.

I mumble a few curse words. Slowly sitting up. Ignoring the pain shattering through my body. Mostly my head. I reach for my phone. Noticing that Jibs was sending me a million texts.

“Fucktard.” I mutter to her under my breath. Unlocking my screen.  I enter my text messages

Hey

Hey

Hey, u up??

HEY

YO! DJ BITCH SALAD! GET UP

*Makes various alarm noises*

BITCH GET UP! NOW

I swear if ur ignoring me I will come over myself and stab u 23 TIMES!