VIC’S POV
And just like that, she was gone. Total devistation and loneliness hit me like an avalanche, and with out giving any thought I started crying right in front of everyone. I didn’t bother to stop the tears from coming, and I wouldn’t be able to if I tried. I sat down on the closest chair and buried my face in my hands. At that moment I needed Lindsay; I needed her long, flimsy arms wrapped around me. I needed to hear her laugh, to see her smile. I just needed to be in her presence, but I couldn’t be. She was gone, going back to her home on the other side of the country, thousands of miles away from where I wanted her to be: with me.
After about a half hour of crying, I went back to the car, and just sat there. I looked over at the passenger seat, and then I looked in the back seat. All the memories of the past week ran through my mind without warning, and the tears flowed from my eyes like waterfalls once again. The wave of sadness didn’t last for long, and once I was done, I turned on the car and went back to the cabin. Once there, I went inside, looked around, and sat on the couch. I didn’t know what to do. My mind went completely blank. Without Lindsay, I couldn’t think. All I could do was just sit there and recollect. I needed to get out of there, I needed to go back home.
I went into the bedroom and grabbed my suitcase from under the bed. I took all of my clothes from the dresser and slowly packed them into the suitcase. As I was packing, something on the floor caught my eye. I looked over and saw the blade Lindsay used to cut herself with a few days ago. I picked it up and held it in my hand; there was still blood on it. Instantly getting angry with myself, I threw the blade away and quickly finished packing my things. After I was done packing, I threw my shoes on, grabbed my keys, locked the cabin up, threw my bag in the car and left, blaring music the entire hour and a half trip home.
LINDSAY’S POV
I got off the plane and saw my dad standing not far from the entrance, my suitcase already in his hands. Instantly relieved, I ran over to him and gave him a hug.
“Hey, kiddo, how was the flight?” Keeping his arm around my shoulders, Dad and I started walking to the car.
“It was alright. I got bored with my book, so I just sat there looking out the window for two hours.”
“Good. How was your week? I didn’t get to talk to you at all.”
“Yeah, I know. Jhonathan and I were just so busy with, you know, sight-seeing and such.”
“Awesome! Can’t wait to hear all about it.” Dad threw my suitcase in the trunk and opened my door for me. We both got in, and then left for home…which was another two hours away. Giving me time to come up with a beautiful fake vacation story.
“Okay, so,” I started off, “on the first day, which was Thursday I believe, we didn’t really do anything. We kind of stayed at the house and walked around the block a little bit. The next day…” I went on with the story, deeming myself the best liar on the face of the planet.
“Sounds like you had a good week.” I couldn’t believe Dad bought it. Even the part where I said Jhonathan and I were ‘able to sneak into a gay bar.’
“It was a fantastic week. Hopefully I’ll be able to go again next year.” After I explained my week, we didn’t really talk much, and as we drove I found myself getting sadder and sadder. I realized I was starting to miss Vic, and actually regretted not staying with him. Suddenly I didn’t want to be around anyone, I wanted to be by myself. I needed to be alone.
When we finally got home, I grabbed my suitcase and ran up to my room, shutting the door behind me. I turned on my light and looked around the room, seeing that my room was the same as it was when I left: the bed was unmade, clothes strewn about the floor, a bunch of papers from last school year still on the desk. I kicked off my shoes and dropped my suitcase, turned off the light, pulled back the covers and got into bed. As I layed there, I remembered that I was supposed to text Vic to tell him I was okay. I pulled out my phone and sent him a quick text telling him that I was alright, then shut it off. I didn’t want any contact with anyone, I just wanted to be alone. After lying there for a while I decided it was too quiet, so I pulled out my iPod, plugged it into the home device and started playing music. I then got back into bed and just layed there, and stayed that way unless I absolutely needed to get up.
