5. Chris

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The weekends. Always so peaceful. My parents were both out running a few errands, meaning I had the house all to my self for a few hours. I went down stairs and made some breakfast. After breakfast I decided to go out on my walk earlier then I normally would. I don't why I needed to go on my walk this early in the morning. I don't know why but it just felt like if I didn't go right now then I would miss something important. But what?

The morning air was cold. Everyone was awake and walking around enjoying there day with others. I decided I needed to just be by myself for a while so I walked out to the fields where I thought surely no one would be. Once I arrived at the fields I stopped for a second. The grass was long and shone bright in the sunlight. There was no one here. So I walked deeper into the field.

That's when I heard something. But the weirdest thing was I could hear it without my hearing aids! I walked closer towards the sound. I climbed up a small hill and that's when I saw HER. She was laying on her back looking up at the sky while talking on the phone. Her long brown hair was sitting neatly around her shoulders. I couldn't see her face though. I cautiously walked towards her trying not to scare her. She sat up and looked over at me, she wasn't scared if anything she seemed pleased.
" Abbie I have to go. I'll talk to you later. Okay bye." She hung up the phone,then stood up and turned to face me. Her eyes were beautiful, they glistened in the sunlight. She had the brightest and kindest smile and well everything about her was just as it should be. Everything about her seemed perfect. She started walking towards me.
" Hey Chris right we sit next to each other in art." She said. She was being so nice and so friendly and yet she barely knew me. How had I never noticed her before now.
" How is this happening right now?" I wasn't even thinking I was so nervous. Nothing like this had ever happened before.
" How is what happening right now?" She was looking at me with a confused look on her face.
" It's...It's a long story you would understand." I said. I just I felt guilty. It felt as if I was cheating on Jess like I was trying to forget her. Besides I barely knew this girl how did I know I could trust her. I started walking away but she followed. She was shorter than me but she still managed to keep up with me. She grabbed my wrist and stopped me. Her hands were soft and silky smooth.
" Look you don't have to tell me if you don't want too." She said. But that wasn't why I was walking away. It wasn't because of Jess it was because I didn't want to get her wrapped up in this mess. The less she knew the better. It was just easier that way. I turned round and walked away. She didn't follow this time.

But why did that make me feel so... so disappointed. It felt as if she'd simply given up. But it was better this way. Anyway I carried on with my walk but for the whole walk no matter what I did I just couldn't get her out of my head. When I got back home my parents were back. Their car was parked on the driveway but there was also another car parked next to theirs that I didn't recognise. I walked in and hung my jacket on the coat hanger. I grabbed the hearing aid box from my pocket, opened it and put them on. I walked in to the living room and found my parents sat down on the sofa with their backs to me, along with someone else.

My mum  and dad both turned round to face me and they both had  huge smiles on their faces.
" Chris your finally home. Look who's here." My mother was smiling at me the whole time she was talking. Then the other person turned round.
" So how's my little brother doing today." It was my sister. She had come back from university on another one of her surprise visits. I smiled back at her.
" Good I guess." I said. She got up and hugged me letting out a long sigh.
" It's good to hear your voice again. I've missed hearing it." She said still hugging me.
" Yeah. It's good to hear your voice as well Cat." My sisters name is actually Cathrine but we call her Cat because it's basically her second name. So we all talked in the living room and then went out for dinner to celebrate my sister coming home.

When we got back it was late so I went straight upstairs to my bedroom. The curtains were open so I went to close them when I saw someone walk past. They stopped and looked up at me. It was her again. Then just as she was about to walk away I took off my hearing aids and opened the window.
" Hey." I said with a friendly smile. She stood under the street lamp and that's when I realised she didn't have a jacket on. It was freezing outside and yet she still didn't look cold. " Aren't you cold without a jacket?" I asked.
" I don't feel the cold." She said looking up at me.
" How come you don't feel the cold?" I asked curiously.
" You wouldn't understand." She said reminding me about what I'd said to her earlier.
" Look I'm really sorry about earlier it's just..." I said before she answered:
" Complicated?" She kept a straight face the whole time.
" Yeah. But its just I..." before I could finish she cut in.
" Let me stop you right there. Look I get it we both come from different worlds. But was I so stupid to think that maybe you wouldn't treat me like an outcast. I guess things have changed from when I last lived here." And with that she walked away and disappeared into the darkness and out of sight.

I let out a long sigh and slowly closed the window. I stared at where she had been stood only moments ago before finally closing the curtains. I walked over to my bed and fell back onto it.

That night I couldn't sleep all I could think about was her. How I didn't even know her name. How every word she says has an impact somehow . How she doesn't waste her time. But one thing that kept going round my head was what she said. What did she mean by " we both come from different worlds." And what did she mean by " treat me like an outcast." Was that how others treated her. But why do I care so much. I don't care about anything any more.

Or at least anything except HER.

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