Ordinarily Normal

Chapter Twelve

 CHAPTER TWELVE

We are in the car, just the two of us. Me and Izzy, driving, driving to the spot where it all happened. Where my heart has subconsciously caused itself to break. Self destructing like a time bomb. Ticking all day during school hours and then after going home exploding into a million other little shards of what is left of me. I have lost part of my existence. I'm not the person I used to be. I was

Me

Dylan Smith

The boy who got bullied and was a pathetic weep of a human. I've changed to be this stronger character and I feel as if all that work has just been unravelled like I have stood on my shoelace and everything has untied, unravelled.  Lost in itself.

I pick up my Harry Potter book as I know it will be a reasonably lengthy journey.  Tree's pass by in a blur of camouflaging army colours and the sky hangs low and unfinished.  After opening the page I drop the book. I never drop books, I think it is bad luck. You are essentially dropping someone's imagination.  I think it's my hands, they are shaking uncontrollably. I pick up the book and a slip of folded up paper pokes out of page 600. I turn to that page and then unravel the note:

'Love itself never ever perishes but most lovely things end.'

I throw it down back in the book and snap it shut. It is my mum's handwriting again. Why does she keep writing me notes? She has gone and left me and expects me to appreciate the notes she's left. Izzy doesn't speak, she knows, I can tell.

I'm conflicted in this war. I am angry that they have left me, without warning, without any explanation, why was their car shot. Not many people drive home from work and get shot. I feel the heartbreak more than anything else in this run down world. More than I like Izzy. More than I like History or maths. I miss them. After these past few days I realise I need them. Without them I wouldn't have been able to live. I just want them back. They're crushing me inside, like my heart has to shutters either side and their slowly compressing in on me ready to swallow me until I break and explode.  I don't like this.

As we reach the location, I take a deep breath and focus on the sound of the birds through the open window. The wind rushing through the tiny slit between the top and bottom. The wind ricocheting through the car hitting all four corners. When we arrive, the police are already there.

Izzy stops and I move quicker than I ever have in my life, getting out of the car nervous for the news.

'Sorry, who are you, we don't allow people around here at the moment, there has been a serious crime committed and we need to study the deaths.'

'Wha-' I mutter a sheepish sound before everything goes muffled. I am there but not there. I'm in my own dimension. I kneel to the ground and bury my face to cover the tears. My ears are blocked and my heart has gone. I'm cold and shaky and each and every happy memory has been sucked out of me. My heart is heavy and uncontrollable, I don't feel alive. Without them I probably am not fully alive. I suddenly feel a surge of anger towards the policeman. He could have said it nicer. I want him to feel the pain, to take it from me as a kind of punishment.

'You okay, son?' he says.

Well obviously I'm not.  You can clearly see that I'm not 'okay'.  You can see I've just collapsed right before your eyes in a puddle of tears and you ask if I'm okay. How Incompetent are you...

'Yeah fine' I retort back in a sarcastic way.

I do not have the time of day for this man. I sit on the floor carefully and begin to count. These past few days I haven't counted as much, but I feel the urge now. I count in 36's all the way to 1800. That's 50 numbers that are all spread apart but have this lose but unbreakable connection between them. I can wish that this is the same for me and my parents, but now I'm not able to. It makes me sad to think who did this? And why? What did they ever do to the world? They were good people who helped in the government...

I decide I want to see them again.

'Sir, I am Dylan Smith, I am their son.'

I seem to have lost that sudden surge of anger and have gone back to being my wimpy old self. 

I am sorry this chapter is so short, it just happened to end up that way. Hope you enjoy it