Before March Comes (Editing)

❄️ Chapter 8 ❄️

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That morning,

I wake up remembering the events from last night. Going outside, the guy, the strength of the wind. I grab my phone from its charger and put in my password. I had an unread text, from Jason.

Jason is my ex-boyfriend, we broke up about two months ago. I didn't feel sad when it ended, even though we were together for a year.

My dad and his dad are really close, they went to college together. So, my dad always pushed Jason and me together. He'd always tell me how amazing and smart Jason was and that I should get to know him. But my heart wasn't really in it from the start and neither was his. We were just together to please our dads. Then Jason cheated on with a girl he actually likes..which is good, I mean I'm happy for him.

I drag my body out of bed and head to the bathroom. I stare at my reflection in the mirror, examining my face picking out everything I'm insecure about..which is practically everything.

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I make my way to the kitchen where my mum is drinking coffee. She looks exhausted, the bags under her eyes emphasizing it.

"Good Morning" she yawns taking a sip of her cup.

"Morning. You don't look so hot," I tease.

"I couldn't sleep. All night I couldn't help but feel something wasn't right," she looks into space.

I walk over to the fridge trying not to face her while talking.

"S-something? Something like what?" I stutter.

"I don't know, but something felt...off," she stares at a point on the wall not being able to break her stare. I grab some yogurt and look for a spoon in our somewhat organized drawer.

While I eat my breakfast we don't make conversation. I can't help but feel like she knows. What if she does know? What if she's getting ready to tell dad? I begin to bite my nails, which has always been a habit I can't seem to break.

All of a sudden, she stands up, puts her cup in the sink and walks out of the kitchen. What was that? I've never seen her this way since-. "Oh..." I breathe. I then remember that the anniversary of Rose's death is coming up.

Whenever her anniversary comes around mum starts feeling paranoid, as if Rose will come back from the dead. Stupid I know, I try to convince her it's just in her head but she never listens.

I go back upstairs to do some online school. My class and I don't have a Skype lesson today, so our English teacher just left us work to do. We have to write a paragraph on 'What life means to us', cheesy right.

To a teenager, life means having the coolest things or being the most popular. She also adds that whoever writes the best piece will be put forward to a national competition. I love English and writing, it's one of my past times.

I look down at the comments on her post. Someone asks 'what the prize is' which makes me chuckle. She replies saying that the winner gets the opportunity to say their speech in front of different schools.

My heart flutters. Imagine reading something so important and meaningful to people your age or younger. I have to win.

I try to come up with ideas on what to write but I have a serious case of writers' block.

Out of frustration, I throw my pen across the room and it hits the window. My eyes become distracted by the way the trees move with the wind.

It's noon but the sky is still dark, the same as last night. My thoughts become consumed by the boy I met. I wonder where he is and if he's safe.

Actually, I don't wonder and I don't care he was a dick to me why should I? I mean the questions I was asking where a little personal...I guess. But he didn't have to yell at me I remind myself. What if he is sleeping under a bridge? Or what if he's starving?

Maybe I should go out one more time...just to make sure everything's fine, not that I care cause I don't. I'll bring an apple with me in case he's hungry. Something in my gut tells me this isn't going to be the last time I go outside.

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As soon as everyone is in bed my plan springs into motion. I leap off my bed and grab my coat and boots from under my bed and put them on. I tiptoe to my bedroom door and open it.

I peer around the corner and hear the sound of two people snoring simultaneously. I begin to emerge from my chamber and walk down the stairs. Before I head to dad's office I grab a red apple, as I planned.

Once I'm at the safe, I punch in the code unlocking it. I don't know why I was surprised that it opened.

Maybe I thought dad would've changed it for some reason. I reach in and grab the keys just like before and head to the front door.

I put the key into the keyhole and open the door. The wind blows hard but I'm not as unprepared as I was last time. I use my strength to hold it steady and close it behind me ever so slightly.

I make my way over to the same spot we had first talked and begin to call his name. "February!" I shout. What if he's not here? "February!" I call again. I don't know why I'm doing this. I'm risking my life for a jerk. I should probably just turn back.

Just as I finish my thought I hear something rustling in the bushes and grab the closest 'weapon' I could find. I grab a stick and point it towards where the sound is coming from. "February? Is that you?" I begin to breathe heavily. But to my surprise, a bunny jumps out of the bushes making me scream.

"You're scared of bunnies?" a familiar voice laughs. As I turn around, there he is standing with his hands in his pockets. This time I'm able to see him better. I'm surprised by the way he looks, I mean I'm not complaining, he's kind of hot. In a mean, rude kind of way.

"What? No, I.. it just startled me," I explain. He looks down at my hand and sees the apple and smirks.

"You saving that for later?" I shake my head and hold out my hand giving him the apple telling I got it for him.

"I don't even like apples.." he says blankly. He doesn't say much, and the small he does say isn't exactly...you know...kind. He takes the apple in his hand and tosses it.

"Hey, you don't have to be rude about it! Food doesn't grow on trees!" I snap, realizing how dumb I sound.

"I said I don't even like apples, I didn't fucking ask you to bring my food!" he shouts back "Oh and actually food does grow on trees!"

"I don't even know why I bothered coming out here again. I thought you'd be hungry so I brought food. Sorry if I made a mistake, trust me it won't happen again!" I yell " There are nice ways to say no but clearly you weren't taught any manners."

He looks down at the ground before muttering"...I..I'm sorry". He scratches the back of his head uncomfortably. His apology catches me off guard.

"Really?" not being able to hide the surprise in my voice.

"Yea..can we..you know..start over?" his voice sounds hopeful. I think about it for a minute which worries him, but I later agree. A smile creeps onto my face and he half smiles back at me.

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