Callie
My phone goes off piercing my ears. My alarm clock is quiet but I'm a light sleeper, so any noise really wakes me up. My room is still pretty dark from my curtains not being open. I step off to the right of my bed, sliding my slippers which were cotton candy pink with little bows on the top. My body still was waking up and my walking was not as graceful as usual.
I flung my curtains open letting in light. I used to think of the light as Marie and me as the darkness but now that she is gone it feels dark all over again. I start walking towards the kitchen as I do Marie's room catches my attention. I stop; turning my head slowly then letting my body follow I enter her room. Her walls are a light gray, the bottom pastel green borders the walls. Her closet has silver handles while mine has gold. She doesn't have a window seat but she does have a shelf by her window, she has fake little plants resting on it. Her bed faces her desk with all of her art and school work on it. She has fairy lights above the head of her bed. They have clips so you can clip reminders or pictures. She has pictures of us on every single clip. In all of these pictures we are happy "what the hell happened?" "What the hell did I do..?" Her comforter is white with pastel green flowers at the bottom. Her curtains are just a solid pastel green. I wonder if Marie did this when I was is in the hospital. If she would go in my room and observe every little thing even though she's been in there hundreds of times before. I sit at her desk chair. Tears of lost memories drip from my eyes to one of her artwork. The back of it says "hold on..." And then the date. I flip it over to see a very detailed drawing of...me? I wish I hadn't put Marie through this shit. I walk toward her closet and open the doors, her's opened smooth, while mine squeaks. I see a green hoodie near the back of her closet. A memory comes to my mind."Oh my gosh, Marie look! They have matching pink and green hoodies." I point towards the clothing rack in this small store at the mall. "Oh cal, we have to get these." Marie smiles with joy.
Then the memory fades. I grab her hoodie and hold it close to my chest. It still smells like her too...
I take the hoodie back to my room and set it under my pillows. I hurry to the kitchen and act as nothing happened. Grandpa awaits my arrival with breakfast ready and set out on the table. "Well good morning kiddo," grandpa says with a smile. "Morning grandpa." I try to sound sweet and cheerful. "I made your favorite, waffles." "Thank you, grandpa, " I say with my smile bright. We sit in silence for a moment and enjoy our food. "So, Cal what're the plans for today?" After Swallowing a bite of food I respond. "Well, I have vocals at 8:00, dance at 1:00..." I take another bite. "Hmm then after that I think I'll just work on homework in my room. "Alrighty kiddo, just let me know if you need anything." I smile at grandpa "of course."
Grandpa stands over the sink hunched over while doing dishes. A pile of mail sits on the corner of the table. I can tell grandpa hasn't gone through it yet. I move a shopping article and see a cream-colored envelope. "To Callie." I know this handwriting...its, Maries! I slip it up to my sleeve and excuse myself. "Grandpa I'm going to go to my room for a bit." "Alright Cal." The adrenaline running through my veins is objectionable. My shaking hands manage to open the letter, only tearing the envelope a bit.
"To my Dearest Callie
My phone actually started working, yay I guess... but I still don’t have any service to contact you. It’s really a pain, all I want to do is hear your voice again. I’ve been taking pictures though, and when I get back I totally want to show you...
I’ve just been missing Inkopolis lately, it’s gets lonely when you’re flying everywhere. But hey, I’m already half way done with this then I’m back for good. I won’t ever leave again, this is pure torture...
But at least I get to see the whole world...
Yours, Marie"Tears start to roll off of my cheeks on to the letter. I don't understand...we we're supposed to go through things together...remeber? Thoughts start racing through my mind. "If you loved me then why'd you leave...?" I was upset and missed my Marie so much. I needed some one. And if Marie won't be here for me so be it.
Cal: "Hey, hun"
Ky: "Hey love"
Cal: meet me at Marie's and mines studio?"
Ky: "why???"
Cal: "you'll see ;)"
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Letters From Marie
FanfictionThis is the second book to Better times. Better times is written by agent_two_marieee in Marie's point of view of Callie's failed suicied attempt. Marie reads Callie's past journals written by (agent_one_callie) to help her cousin to survive. In thi...