The Girl With The Blue Guitar

Chapter 2 - Direct twitter messages

I woke up like every other morning; the sun in my eyes but this time with a frown on my face. The truth is I'm a morning person, but today wasn't a good day. It's usually one of the best feelings when the sun shines on your face and you wake up to the great view outside your window: The beautiful, Okanagan Valley. I am surrounded by mountains and there is a lake just below them. My house is on a mountain as well. All this beauty does not make me feel better. It makes me feel worse.I get out of bed, brush my long brown hair and put it in a bun since I am not in the mood for curling it today. I slip on my usual style of outfit: a skin coloured peplum top as well as some blue jeans and brown suede booties. I grab my school bag, phone and walk out the door deciding not to eat breakfast this morning. I was NOT hungry. I drive to school feeling that certain emptiness, that never wants to go away but weirdly, is worse today. I should be thrilled it's friday! But I'm not. All I feel is pain. My grandmother had passed away last year on this very day. It was a cloudy, rainy day that fateful Thursday afternoon. I remember how I had felt as soon as I woke up that morning: that something was wrong. It felt like something wasn't normal, out of place. It happened in the early hours of the morning but we only got the call in the afternoon. When I found out the news both my mom and I were wrecks. I cried all the tears from my body and had collapsed onto the floor. It felt like a little piece of me died inside and I haven't been able to get it back. When you lose someone who is a second mom to you, who you grew up seeing only once a year but for a month at a time you grow extremly close to them. My mom, well it was her mother, has not been the same since: it's like a little light went out inside of her. Then there's my brother and father. Well, let's just say they didn't have the best relationship with her and they did not really care. Today, I did not say goodbye to my mother.
She doesn't want to see anyone. As for my brother he had moved out a few weeks later wanting to get away from our family. He finally could with ith the money he had consequently inherited from my grandmother as the older brother. I had gotten some money as well but I did not want to move out, I needed to be here for my mother. I'm  also not of the legal age as of yet, anyways. My father, well he's at work early in the morning like every other day. In conclusion, I was alone on this very sad and depressing day. Even Cody having tweeted me yesterday had no effect on my mood. There was nothing anyone could do to help concole me. Today passed by in a blur. The only part I remember is tweeting a small poem my grandmother had once told me. As a sort of metaphorical message to her, if she could ever receive it.

When I got home i went straight to my room and lay in bed letting the tears fall down. The happy memories flowing in. I missed her so much and I would have given anything to have been able to say goodbye...

After a while my tears stopped, to distract myself I went on twitter. A notification popped up in my Dm box. I opened it to see that Cody had answered me.

"Hi, Luna. Is that your name ? I saw your post about your grandmother and the poem linked to it. I'm sorry about her passing. I hope you feel better and have someone to give you nice, warm comforting hugs. I would if i was there.. :) I would love to get to know you better maybe one day we could meet ?"

More tears came pouring down my face once again. I was happy and touched at his sweet message. But I was not a fool I knew that he did not really mean the last sentence. He's a celebrity, he had better things to do then meet and get to know a sad fan of his music. Shortly after, sleep took over me and even at this early hour I could not stop it. I was exhausted from all the crying and pain, i needed my sleep.