Forever Without You

4

Freya

I squinted my eyes as the sun shone brightly.

What the hell?

I found myself lying down on my bed, my head aching.

How the hell did I get here?
What happened?

Questions began popping up in my head repeatedly, and I decided to shut them down.

That's when I remembered.

The last thing that I had been conscious doing was falling onto my knees in the middle of the school, screaming for the words to stop.

Always and forever.

I suddenly forgot how to breathe. Thomas would probably never speak to me again, I mean, that was really crazy.

I was really crazy.

I suddenly wanted to move schools.
Move states? Maybe even countries?

What was happening to me? Was I losing my mind?

More importantly, was I ever even sane?

I ignored the questions, and decided to walk down the stairs.

"Mom?" I called out. I found her in the kitchen, baking a pie.

"Oh my god, Freya! I've been so worried about you! We need you to see a doctor!" she panicked.

I didn't want to see a doctor, I had seen enough horror films to know they wouldn't help.

I didn't want to find out I was crazy.

"No, Mom I'm fine. I just had a really bad migraine" I responded. She shrugged.

"Okay, but if it happens again, you better let me know" she agreed.
It suddenly occurred to me that Thomas didn't mention the crazy part of my breakdown, and for that, I was grateful.

The only problem was, how would I face him?

I guess I really didn't have a choice.
I took out my phone to check the time.
6:50am.
My jaw dropped, and I decided to get ready for school, I knew Mom would force me to go, and I didn't really feel like arguing.

I stepped out of my front door, into the cool winter air.
My mother had made sure I had Tylenol on me, including a jacket and scarf.

I stepped into my run-down, black mustang.
It was embarrassing. All the other guys and girls had brand new cars, while I was stuck with a rust bucket.
On top of that I was going to have to face Thomas, which would add to the extremely long 'Freya's Embarrassing Life Moments' list.

By the time I had reached school, I checked the time which left me about ten minutes before classes.

That meant either sitting with Eliza and my fake friends, or Thomas confronting me and telling me what a wacko I was.

Instead, I decided to attempt to hide myself, trying to run into the girls bathroom.

Sadly, my plan didn't work and a voice had caught me.

"And where do you think you're going?" asked a raspy voice.

I slowly turned around, faced with his gorgeous icy eyes and pale skin against the winters sky.
I stayed silent as he walked over towards me, his face slowly filling up with an emotion I can't place.
I knew for sure it was either worry, panic or a scowl.

He stood next to me, rubbing his hands together for warmth. "Are you okay? After what happened yesterday, I didn't think you would show" .

I didn't know how to react. I had been correct, he was worried for me.

But why?

I was glad he wasn't calling me crazy, but some things don't last long.

"I know what you're thinking. And no, I don't think you're crazy, Freya" as he spoke my name, shivers went down my spine.

"R-really?" I asked surprised. How could he think I was sane? 'Make it stop'? That was code for 'stay away from this psycho bitch'.

"Of course. If I'm completely honest, I've been a bit out of it lately. You were probably just overreacting and had a migraine, right?".
It phased me that he had tried sugar coating things about himself, and I knew for a fact that it was no migraine.

"Right" I replied as the bell rang.
I tried to sound convincing, but some part of me felt as if Thomas knew better than that.

We said our goodbyes as we walked to our first period.
I just hoped that I wouldn't 'breakdown' again or whatever that was.

After classes, I walked towards the lunch spot and saw the same tree that had always been there.

Or at least, I thought it was the same.
I felt another one of my flashes beginning to shake my brain, and I knew better than to look crazy to the entire grade, so I ran to the nearest room.

The music room.

And to my surprise, Thomas was seated in the corner.

But that didn't stop me from sitting at the piano, this time not clenching my head, but playing the soothing melody I had become familiar with as I experienced yet another flash.

*
1972, Australia, bittermont high
I sat down on the tree that I had always succumbed to when I wanted to remain at peace and alone.
The boys in my grade had continually played the same rock music over and over again, and my head was pounding at the loud beats.
I was sick of it.
I looked up as a familiar face stared down at me.
Thomas Austin.
He crouched down beside me as he stroked my head and back.
"Are you alright?" he spoke softly, and I gave him a small smile in reply.
"You know I love you, Freya, right?".
I smiled wider at him. "I know you do". I wrapped my small hand around his large one. "Always and forever".
*

The flash was interrupted by an alarmed Thomas.
Thomas.
That's when it all came together, or at least a few pieces did.
I had lived memories of the girl that had loved a Thomas, but it couldn't be.. right?
I couldn't have been in love with Thomas Jameson of all people.

Right?

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