Static /// Colby Brock

Calling a ghost from my memory

Sabrina's POV

After my alarm disturbed my somewhat peaceful sleep for the third time, I sat up, rubbing my eyes angrily with one hand while the other was blindly searching for the button to turn that ear piercing sound off.

- Freaking hell - I mumbled and stood up, leaving the warm sheets with a heavy heart.

I felt Vona brush past me on my way to the bathroom which made me smile slightly. I flicked on the light in the bathroom and nearly gasped at my reflection. I've looked bad, yes, but I haven never looked so dead and scared all my life. Well, I wasn't scared until I saw that monstrous human being in the mirror. It had only been a day since I was released from the hospital, but, thanks to Elton, I still felt like I was under constant supervision. That's maybe because I was.

- Oh of course - I rested my hand on my forehead and cringed at the memory of the night before.

Elton did me a favor by going to bed before me, leaving me alone for three hours, chilling on the couch in the living room. And what did I do in the time span of those three hours? Cry and drink uncontrollably. That explains the pale green shade on my face (Sam wouldn't be impressed) and the baggage under my eyes. Oh my God, my eyes! They were bloodshot red and lifeless. My brown hair had morphed into a bird's nest overnight. How nice!

I, being the stupid person I am, accidentally looked directly at the light-bulb on the bathroom ceiling and nearly fell on the floor from the pain that shot throughout my entire brain. It felt as though my brain cells were screaming for help. It took me a surprisingly long time to realize that the pain wasn't due to the light. All the alcohol I had consumed the night before was to blame for the unbearable war-zone in my brain. Actually, I was the one to blame.

I washed my face, mumbling curse words to myself as I did so. As I left the bathroom, I nearly fell, again, cause I slipped on a pair of ripped jeans. I was far more surprised than I should've been when I saw the mess on my bedroom floor. That wasn't even because of broken heart, I'm naturally a messy person. Bad habits don't change easily I guess. I picked up the pair of jeans and the top that was lying near by. BOOM! Outfit of the day! Let me rephrase - The saddest outfit of the day! Downstairs, I was met with an empty house. I was relieved, to be honest. As mean as it sounds, I couldn't wait for Elton to go back to LA. Mostly because: 1. I was still really pissed at him 2. I missed the solitude of living alone 3. I wanted him to keep an eye on Colby.

I tried texting him, e-mailing him, I even wrote a few letters for goodness' sake. I just didn't have a pigeon that could deliver them. Weirdly enough, the calls...'worked', if you can call it that. The problem is, I talk, he listens, but never, and I mean NEVER says anything back. It's infuriating. It had happened two times that far. Once - the night the day Sam and him left. And again that night, when I was a mess of tears. OK, I'm gonna cut him some slack on the drunk phone call, I bet he couldn't understand what I was saying. Even I couldn't remember what I had said. But he still could've said SOMETHING. Even if it was complete nonsense, hearing his voice was all I needed at the time. Looking back at myself then and myself now I can see that not much has changed. His voice is still music to my ears. His eyes are still my own little heaven on Earth. But back then, I couldn't call any of that "my own". Cause he wasn't mine. I had a tough time coping with the fact that he would never be mine.

Seeing an opportunity to get out of the house without getting an interrogation on where I'm going, I quickly ran upstairs and changed into something more appropriate for out in public. I took Vona's leash off the hanger by the front door and put it on her. And we were off. The sun tickled my face as soon as I stepped foot out of my front door. I knew I would enjoy that morning was the second I sent my brain to lunch. Turns out, my brain wasn't hungry.

2 hours and 3 purposely missed phone calls later, I came home to find a packed suitcase by the front door.

~ Well, someone read my mind ~ I thought as I took the leash off Vona

- Sabrina, where the hell have you been? - Elton's voice made me cringe. I mean, I knew he would be pissed, but I didn't expect him to scream bloody murder.

- Brooklyn Bridge Park - I gave him a short, but true answer. As expected, he wasn't satisfied

- Yeah, sure. You were there for the entirety of 2 hours. - He crossed his arms as he made it to the bottom step of the staircase.

- Believe it or not, I did - I said, walking into the kitchen to avoid further arguing

- Sit down, we have to talk - Elton grabbed my hand which made me turn around.

He tilted his head to the side, motioning towards the couch in the living room.

~ Oh please be what I think it is ~ I thought

- Sabrina - he started his, what I assumed to be, long speech - I decided that it would be for the best if you spent some time on your own. You know, to clear your head, sort out your thoughts and everything.

~ Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! ~ A little party began in my head

I just nodded and tried so hard to bite back the smile that was growing on my lips.

- I'm leaving tomorrow morning - he finished. Turns out, the speech wasn't as long as I expected it to be, thank God.

- Even though I'm still mad at you for lying to me, I must admit, I'll miss you, Elton - I leaned forward, wrapping my arms around him.

He hugged me back and sighed, I could tell a small smile appeared on his face. In all honesty, I felt great relief wash over me. Yes, I knew I was gonna miss him nonetheless, but spending three more weeks in a house only to myself sounded like the perfect vacation for me. Almost too good to be true. Hope it's not.