Ending Link (Link Dane 2)

SEVENTEEN

Seventeen

If there was any room that had undergone major change it was my bedroom. I stood at the door, my eyes trailing across the room that I once thought was my safe haven. My own place to run to.

I could vaguely recall my decor but it was all gone. Nothing hung on the wall, my art work all gone. Where once my desk was pushed against the wall was gone. My bed was also gone but in replacement was another bed in the middle of the room.

"Out of all the rooms to change, they had to change mine." I said bitterly. I was unsure as to why I felt like this, almost like my Father's ghost had physically punched me in the stomach.

"Maybe it hurt him." Link said from behind me.

I tilted my head up at him, "I very much doubt that."

As I braved my feet to take the first steps into the room, my eyes caught something in the corner. I frowned as I walked towards two boxes pressed against the wall, but obscured by the curtains that hung high.

My attempt at pulling the boxes was hindered by the sudden dizziness that overcame me. I took a step back, nearly falling into Link.

"You alright?"

I grabbed my head. "Just a bit dizzy that's all." The drugs weren't fully out my system it seemed.

He grabbed my shoulders and carefully pushed me aside. "Let me do this."

Link leaned down and pulled both the boxes out from under the curtains. Written across them both was my name.

"Do you think?" I asked Link but he didn't answer as he pulled his car keys out his pockets and used it to carve open both boxes.

I looked inside them. And there it all was. My things.

I pulled out my throw that I had on my bed a lot of the times and a beaming smile overpowered my face. "Is it weird that I want to give this to Joy?" I asked Link without looking up, my hands continuing digging through the pile in the box.

"A lot of these harbour memories," I carried on saying, pulling out a small heart shaped pillow. This could go nicely with Joy's pillows in her room.

"You can say this room brings a lot of memories."

I stopped going through my old things and looked up at Link. He was staring at me with a weird look.

I could recall a few memories, certainly. "You used to screw with me a lot, so much so that I actually hated your guts."

"I apologise for that."

I shrugged, hoping to get us out this weird tension. I looked back down at the boxes, my hands moving on their own accord but my mind was not there anymore. It kept replaying the torturous things he had done, sneaking in my bedroom in the middle of the night, showing me he was capable of getting to me at my most vulnerable state.

But in the end, it wasn't him who I should have been worried about.

It was like his mind wandered to the same place. I heard him move until he came down next to me. His hands were cold as they reached my face, moving it so I was facing him.