When I got up in the morning, it took about 0.2 seconds for me to realise I didn’t want to get out of bed. It wasn’t that usual ‘I’m so tired’ kind of I want to stay in bed. It was more I couldn’t deal with facing the world or people.
I cocooned myself into my blanket after sticking a hand under my pillow for my phone. Yawning, I unlocked it to check my texts.
22:34 0773826559: Natalie? Natalie, it’s Georgina. I have started sending things to your e-mail. Each has a deadline so please make sure to have them all completed and sent back by them.
I shook my head at the thought of work. Maybe later I’d check there’s no deadline for tomorrow but work sounded like a horrible idea as of now.
03:12 Michael: I miss you. Don’t know why I can’t sleep. Come back?
The fact that Michael was thinking of me at 3am because he couldn’t sleep warmed my insides. I frowned, debating at whether to see him or whether to stay in bed for a while.
10:34 Michael: we’re doing some song writing today!!!!!!
I chuckled at his excitement and text him back, realising my dilemma had been solved by his work. I was excited to hear some new stuff even though I had had some of their songs from the other night continuously playing in my head.
After putting ’10 Things I Hate About You’ in, I curled back up in bed and continued texting Michael. Apart from checking my emails to make sure I don’t miss a deadline, the next few days were going to consist of movies and pigging out.
I had to prepare for the funeral and I didn’t want to have too many reminders of River so the best place to stay is my bed.
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“Rise and shine, sunflower!” My eyelids went from pitch black to an orange, letting my know my black out curtains had been pulled back.
“Fuck off.” Pulling the covers over my head, I ignored the boy in my room and tried to go back to sleep.
“Babe, come on. The funeral is in a few hours.” The cover was being tugged off of me and I held on for dear life. It took me hours to fall asleep the night before; I couldn’t stop worrying about the event I was dreading. I didn’t want to see his family knowing I was the last person to see him alive and the first person to see him lifeless.
Tears burned behind my closed eyelids and I tried to hold back a sob. I wasn’t lucky, however, and Michael easily understood what was happening. He pulled up the other side of the covers and got under himself.
“Let it out. The girls are in your living room, they’ll get ready with you. I have to go earlier or I’d stay with you,”
“Why are you here then?” I didn’t mean to sound rude, I was genuinely interested as to why he’d waste time with me when he had to leave almost instantly.
“Shh, just calm down then I’ll run you a bath.” He was rubbing small circles on my back and I closed my eyes, breathing deeply.
It didn’t take long to calm down as I focused on the continuous shapes traced onto my back. I was pulled out of bed by Michael and to my bathroom. I smiled at Nicole and Rosie as I passed them and they headed back into my room, probably to find an outfit. I hadn’t bothered to go out and buy something because that meant it was real.
I really didn’t want this to be real.
Michael was telling me to get into the bath. I could feel his hand on my arm and hear his voice but it sounded like my head was already surrounded by water.
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that damned cigarette ↪ m.c
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