Dear heart, why him? (#WATTYS2018)

Chapter 11

I've been sat in this coffee shop for a good 3 hours. I'm on my 5th cup of tea and been running back and forth from the bathroom like a bloody yo-yo. I decided I needed to get out of that house, take a breather. I've got another 3 hours until Zack meets me here so I've been keeping my mind busy with Facebook.

I haven't got anything more from Poppy's page or even Mason for that matter. Looks like he hasn't been active on that thing for a good while. Doesn't help that I'm not friends with either of them and it's not like I can add them.

Ugh.

I wish school would hurry up and end already. I'm getting impatient and my mind keeps wondering back to my dream. It felt so real like Alison was actually standing right in front of me. I could sense everything. Her touch, her smell, it was like she never took her own life and she was home. I would've believed that, if it wasn't for what she was saying.

"I'm so sorry Nora"

"I wasn't strong enough."

"Don't let your story end like i did."

"Poppy said you're on the right track"

Dropping my head into my hands I clamp my eyes shut. Shaking my head trying to get her voice out of my thoughts, but nothing seems to work. Getting out of my seat and rushing into the bathroom, I run the cold tap and splash my face.

Breath Nora, Just breath.

Taking deep breaths I do a countdown like I used to when I was a little girl.

"1"

Breathe.

"2"

Breathe.

"3"

Breathe.

Opening my eyes, I flick them up to my reflection. This really isn't healthy for my appearance.

I look like crap.

I feel like crap.

I need to snap out of this and get my shit under control.

She wouldn't have wanted me to be like this.

She would've wanted me to be happy.

She would've wanted me to live my life and step out my comfort zone.

Which is what I'm going to do.

Walking back towards my table I grab my cup and head over to order another. Making that the 6th cup of tea.

What can I say?

It makes me feel better.

Once I'm back at my table I get comfortable and pull out my copy of Dancing with the darkness. That's another thing about me, I'm a total bookworm with a soft spot for vampires. Before I know it my 3 hours are up and along comes, Zack.

"Nor, Nor" He say's happily at me sitting down in the chair opposite me.

"Nor Nor?" I ask cringing to myself.

"What? Don't like it?"

"Not really, Zackery," I say letting a smirk form on my lips.

Now it's his turn to cringe.

"Touche" he says with a goofy smile on his face.

Putting my book back in my bag I give him my full attention.

Smiling at me with that goofy smile still on his face.

"How are you Nor?" The goofy smile is no longer on there, its replaced with concern.