Life's weird turns - Nash Grier

chapter 13

Chapter 13

*Nash’s POV*

I woke up that day very late, I think it had to do with the fact that I couldn’t sleep last night. My fucking brain kept me all night, thinking and thinking about Casey. How could she be so strong, after losing her parents, god knows how. After being bullied through high school, or at least what we had of high school so far.

Cameron was staying with me for next week, and then, we would be going to MAGCON in NYC. I looked at the clock and saw it was 1 in the afternoon. I went to the bathroom and took a shower, and then I went to have brunch.

“dude you overslept” cam said to me

“yeah, I know, where is the rest of the family?” I asked

“they are probably buying stuff for tonight, when I woke up, they were already gone” he said “they left a note though”

 “I read the note, and indeed, they were buying the stuff for the “party”.

It was 2 p.m. and I decided to head over to Casey’s to see if she received the note I left in her house in the middle of the night when I couldn’t sleep. That is a really funny story, Cam didn’t wake up because I went down the window, I hit my arm, but it was worth it.

I rang the doorbell many times but no one answered, so I went to my house to check if something had happened to her in her bedroom. I was scared she had killed herself because of her problems, and it actually was an option, since I found her scars, I couldn’t stop thinking about that.

Her shades were up, so she had already woken up. The first thing I looked for was her bathroom door, it was completely open and with the lights off. So she hadn’t killed herself. That concluded my research, and I could tell now that she was not home, I don’t know why I was so worried, I just found myself liking her so much, maybe even falling for her, and I didn’t want anything to happen to her.

I was thinking where she might be, and then it hit me,

“of course, Nash you are so stupid” I mumbled to myself, she was visiting her parents at the cemetery, it made sense; she wanted to be with them for a little while in new year’s.

I decided to head over there, so I took my car and headed to the nearest cemetery, since I had no idea where her parents were buried. I went outside and it was pouring water, it was, as many people say, raining cats and dogs. So I didn’t know if Casey was still there. But I had to look for her, and let her know that I cared. 

 got there, and out of the car, it  had already stoped raining and so I started looking for her parent’s grave. When I saw her she was just sitting there, with a wet cigarette still in her hand, and she looked like she had cried a lot. There was something unusual; she had put tulips on three graves, not only two, who else had died?