when dreams come true

chapter 5 || a realisation

A/N: I felt like i was delaying it too much again, and eventually noone will read it :( but yay!!

unedited.

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The front door slammed shut behind me as I entered my house. The ride home had been hectic. I despised car-pooling so much, I couldn't wait to get out of school so Dad could be my ultimate driver to and from college. Noone was home, like always. I bounded up the stairs noisily, chucking my bag in the small study room before heading towards the bathroom.

After the last bell had rung, signalling freedom, I'd hurried off to search for Heather. I'd received a text instead, informing me she had to go to lunch with her parents. Heather's family is pretty fancy, and not the snobbish rich type, but they're really careful in keeping their image representable. Once in a while they'll have these family gatherings, no matter how random. Usually, it's to portray their politeness to other new families they're making friends with. And that's another thing, Heather's family is extremely friendly. They'll sacrifice time and money to improve connections. That's kind of how Heather and me met as well, but things were different then.

My family is well-off too. My dad is a businessman, trading electronics and whatnot. I don't go in too deep to find out. We have quite many connections as well. When Heather's and my family met, it was at a party celebrating the marriage of some business partner's son. Both Heather and me had been 7 years old, and since that day when we accidentally toppled a whole basket of strawberries in a chocolate fountain, making it clog and giggled like maniacs over it, we'd been best friends. Luck had it that Heather had just taken admission to my school as well. We were ecstatic when we met each other in the same class.

I smiled wryly as I remembered all the memories. Life was so different then, and so easy.

I refreshed myself and had a quick shower, then changed into large penguin-printed trousers, slipping an oversize sweatshirt over my head. Because of my curves, I was never always satisfied with the clothes Heather urged me to buy, and never satisfied with how I looked in anything that showed them off too much. I felt bloated. But in oversize clothes, everything was great.

I stepped into my room, the familiar atmosphere welcoming me. My eyes travelled across the numerous band posters, book quotes, art creations and other random decorations covering the walls. My overstuffed bookshelf stood by a small desk, which had different school books and markers scattered about on it. Sunlight streamed in from the window above my unmade bed, the curtains pulled away. My room was a sight that was uplifting most of the time, probably because it wasn't that dirty. My dad had strict rules when it came to cleaning.

I grabbed the book I was currently reading, and collapsed into bed. As an afterthought, I put the book on the side table instead, a sigh escaping my lips. I really was tired. My thoughts went back to replaying everything that happened today.

Today had been incredibly stressful. For some reason, I was reminded of the time 2 years ago. I remembered the days of my past that used to drive me insane. I remembered when I used to wake up wishing I never could wake up again. I remembered being on the verge of falling, off my windowsill. Of wanting so badly to fly, when I had no wings. The memories weren't welcome. They were more like nightmares. I didn't want to forget them either, because it made me feel like I was forgetting her.

And I wouldn't be able to live if my memory of her died.

Trying my best to not think of Calvin and the past, I stared at the ceiling. There was a lump formed in my throat, and I coughed to try and get rid of it. When would dad be home? I recalled him mentioning something about a 4-day long business trip. Maybe he'll leave tonight.