Mackenzie

3

"Okay thanks babe, I love you." I said then kissed his cheek.

I got off the plane, then in the middle of my thoughts..

Shards of glass went in my skin, people were screaming, and sirens were sounding. I knew Luke was dead.

"Mack!! wake up! why're you screaming and crying in your sleep?!"

I suddenly woke up to the sound of a worried Sam... It was just a dream-but still reality at the same time.

"I'm fine.. It was just a nightmare." I say... I don't like it when Sam is worried, she tends to get panic attacks when anxious or worried.

"Are you sure? maybe you should go to a psychiatrist or something."

"Sam, I'm fine don't worry about it."

"Okay." Is surprisingly all she said. Usually, she would keep arguing until she got her way. Everybody is pitying me, so that's probably why.

I now know how it feels to have people treat you differently because something bad happened, or your head is messed up. Just going to mentally check that off my bucket list.

Oh yeah, I just remembered, today was supposed to be the interview for my internship.. I guess that's kind of ruined now. I think I'm just going to sit on the couch, eat food, and watch Netflix all day. Then again, I could do something useful... Like calling my mom and telling her everything that has happened over the past week and a half. Nah, I'm too lazy for that.

"We should do something today." Taylor suggests while handing me a plate with scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast.

"Nah.. I'd rather sit here and watch movies all day." I say before shoving a piece of bacon in my mouth.

"That's not very healthy Mack.." Taylor said sternly.

"Sorry mom." I said in an obviously sarcastic tone. She rolled her eyes and gave me a list of things we could do,

"Come on Mack, we could go Shopping, Rock climbing, Swimming, Sky diving, Go to the Hollywood sign. We could even adopt a pet."

"Shopping would be fun I guess." I might as well do something today, I don't want to be fat and lazy.

As soon as we're done breakfast I go upstairs and have a shower. In the shower, I sing Human by Christina Perri and Part of me by Katy Perry. I then get out, dry my hair, and add some extra curls to my already natural, curly hair. Next, I brush my teeth, wash my face and get makeup on. Finally, I get some clothes on and go downstairs. I'm wearing a white cami with a navy blue skirt that has white polka dots on it.

"Tay I'm ready!!" I yell to the kitchen, and wait for her to get the car keys. Once she is in the hall with me, I slip my leather, brown combat boots on and we head out the door.

In the car we listen to Taylor's favorite genre of music.. Pop and R&B. Personally, I like classical music, the music nowadays isn't really music. I let Taylor listen to her music because she hates classical.

"So what stores should we go to?" I ask in almost a whisper.

"Aeropostale, American Eagle, Abercrombie, Sirens, Garage.. Those kind of places." Taylor answered. I might not like her music taste, but she sure is fashionable.

When we arrive, Taylor practically jumps out of the car while I lazily get out of the shiny, red, GMC Sierra. While walking towards the mall, I see a billboard with Luke's face on it-but after I blink, he's gone... I stay quiet, knowing that if I say anything, I'll make a scene.

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After we're done, I acknowledge everything I got:

A black dress

A black cardigan

A grey sweater

A pair of Converse with blood-red roses on them

And a hat that I customized to say Jackie and Luke... I decided to name my daughter Jackie. I've liked that name since I was a kid, and I still like it now, so I know it wasn't a phase and I'll always like it.

"So.. who's Jackie?" Taylor curiously asked.

"My daughter's name." I said like it was a regular thing to be carrying my dead boyfriend's daughter.

"Oh.." Is all she said, she feels bad and I can tell.

"You know, you don't have to pity me forever." I whisper.

"What?" She didn't hear what I said.

"Never mind..."

I don't like it when everybody pity's me.. it makes me feel super uncomfortable when I'm around them.

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Once we get home, I see somebody walking up to my door. She has deal brown, straight hair that fades to a lighter color, blue eyes, and is very pretty.

"Hi, you're the new neighbors right?" she asked.

"Neighbor.. My friends are staying with me for a while. what's your name?" I ask.

"My name's Jordan." Jordan replied.

"Would you like to come in for coffee?"

"Coffee wouldn't hurt." she answered and I led her inside. I wonder what she's like. She seems nice, but something could be weird with her or something. There's my anxiety kicking in.. We walk in the kitchen and I get my coffee filters and put them in my Keurig coffee maker. While the coffee was pouring, I looked up and saw Luke rubbing my, now bulging, stomach. He smiled at me and I screamed, and started crying.

"Oh my god are you okay??!" Jordan shouted. I looked up and he wasn't there.

"It's just... I thought I saw something..." Was all I said, I don't know her so she could be a stalker or something.

"You saw something? Like what?" she said sternly, like she knows something.

"My dead... dog.. I thought I saw my dog who passed away."

"Oh, I'm sorry for your loss."

Wow, okay then