Feels Like Loneliness

FLL Chapter 1

Heather

I shivered and shoved my hands into my coat pockets as I walked out the drug store. It was getting colder as the days rolled by. November was almost here.

I kept my head down as I walked down the streets, trying desperately to avoid any contact with anybody. But of course, my attempts had to fail when I bumped into someone.

"Sorry" I mumbled and tried to walk past them when they held me back.

"I know you" they or rather he said. Then he let out a laugh.

"Hey everybody! The devil decided to let her out today!" he boomed. Great. Exactly what I didn't want.

People started pointing and laughing obnoxiously. I just shook my head and walked away.

I had to fight my way through the crowd as I walked home.

My mum and I lived alone in a small house by the woods. Of course, we only lived there because of the people.

We lived in a nice house before. Until the incident with my dad. Things only got worse. People started sending letters, writing things on our house and so on.

We had to move away from the others.

I walked in and shrugged off my coat. "Mum?" I called out.

"In the kitchen" she answered.

I walked into the kitchen and saw her by the stove. "What are you doing?" I asked.

"I was trying to make you dinner. You've been working so hard lately and I didn't want to stress you" she said.

"Mum. You aren't supposed to. You shouldn't stress yourself so much. It's not good for you" I said.

"Did you get the drugs?" she asked.

"Yeah" I said, holding up the bag. "I'll make some pasta and then after dinner, you can take your drugs and go sleep" I said and she nodded.

"I love you so much honey. Just remember that" she said as she hugged me

"I love you too mum. So so much" I said and squeezed her. I was too afraid to let go.

Afraid she would disappear once I did.
Afraid she would realize I was hideous and ran away from me.
Afraid that she would laugh in my face and leave me all alone.
She was all I had left. And I had no plans of letting her go.

"Go on" I said when we pulled apart. She nodded and left.

I put water in the pot and put it on the stove to boil.

At a point when I was stirring the pasta, I touched the hot pot and had a burn.

I rushed to the sink and poured some water on my hand. This brought back so many memories. Good and bad.

Like when my dad would teach me how to cook and I would burn myself and he would rub ointment on it.

Also like when he tried to burn me each time he got drunk. He would call me an accident. My mum would tell me it was a mistake but I knew it wasn't. A drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts.

Then the incident happened.

We don't like to talk about it but that doesn't mean I don't think about it. Because I do. Every God forsaken minute of the day. I think about how I almost died.

"Sweetie are you almost done?" my mum's voice calling from upstairs drags me back to reality.

"Yeah" I called back, wiping my hands on my apron.

I dish out the pasta and bring my mum's plate up to her in her room.
"Eat up and take your medications" I said.

"Thanks dear" she smiled up at me and I smiled back. I swear, my mum's was the only thing keeping me alive.

"I love you mum" I said.

"Love you too honey" she said.

We said that to each other all the time because we didn't know how long we had left.

I ate dinner in my room. Usually, after dinner I always went up to the roof, through my window to look up at the stars.

My grandma always said that the stars were just people who died looking down at you. I hope she was looking down at me.

It seemed like it would rain so I didn't go up to the roof. I just stayed in and tried to finish the novel I had started earlier.

After about half an hour, it started pouring outside so I went to my mum's room to cover her.

I put a blanket over her and kissed her forehead.

I proceeded to change to a big black shirt, some shorts and socks. I got comfortable under the covers.

I was about to sleep when I heard a thunderstruck. I fell off my bed. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't afraid of thunders but there was something about it. It was unusually loud and near. Very near.

A red light was seeping into my room through my window. I slowly stood up and went to check what it was.

I slowly pulled back the curtains and peeked outside.

It was a car. Crashed into a tree. Upside down.

I gasped and covered my mouth. What if the driver died? What if there was a baby on board? Questions flooded my mind.

I shook them out of my head and grabbed my baseball bat. I had this because one too many times people had broken into our house to see the 'Devil's spawn'.

I went outside, under the rain might I add, with no umbrella and ran to the car.

I peeked through the window. It was the driver. No other passenger. I knocked on the window.

"Hello? Are you okay?" I asked. Then I mentally face palmed myself. 'Of course they're not okay, they just had an accident. Smarten up Heather'.

I tried to open the door but it wouldn't budge so I tried breaking the window.

Let's just say something else broke. It was not the window.

I ran back into the house after tossing away the now useless baseball bat.

I ran to get the first metallic thing I could find which was the iron so I guess fate was on my side.

I ran back outside, unaware of the fact that I was bare footed.

I ran to the car. "You're gonna be okay" I told the driver. Not like they could hear me.

I hit the window with the iron. Once. Twice. Thrice. It cracked the fourth time so I kept hitting it till the window smashed into pieces.

I reached into the car to open the door. It didn't budge at first but I kept trying because there was no way I was pulling a person out a small window.

It finally opened. Thank God.

I finally had a good look at the driver. A boy. I had no time to take in his physical features because I saw a lot of blood.

I'm pretty sure it should be illegal to lose that much blood after an accident.

You'll be like 'no blood. That's illegal. Get back in my body'

I dragged him out and supported him as we or I walked back to the house. Or tried to walk.

As soon as I had taken a step, I stepped on a rather large shard of glass, finally noticing that the only thing protecting my bare feet was my spongebob socks.

"Fuck!" I cried out but I continued nonetheless. I couldn't let someone die because I was careless.

Not again.

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Layne 😋