Krystal ✔

Chapter 29 - GOAT

The shrill sound of my alarm jolted me awake. My forehead graced with sweat, my chest heaving up and down from the erratic beating of my heart. My eyes burning from the tears and sweat that had gathered.

Slowly, I got up from the bed, walking into my bathroom. I pulled down my pajama shorts, unbuttoning my shirt. I strutted into the cubicle. I reached up, putting on the shower. Cool water cascaded down my body, my body temperature reducing by the second. My erratic beating reducing considerably.

I held my head in my hands, the headache beginning to subside. I had been in tears last night. The pain revisiting my memories. The memories making ways into my present.

I missed him

He was so...my type. Everything he did reminded me of why I loved my kind of boys like that. He was perfect in my eyes, the perfect being even with his flaws. He was caring, he was observant. At least I gave him that. I gave him so much credit. I wish I could take it back.

*sigh*

It had been two weeks since my date with Jace and I had started to think of him so much, it hurt. Throughout these two weeks has been very uneventful. Well, Kev was finally able to play for their game coming up. I guess it was a very important game for them.

The tension between Scarlett and Roderick had reduced considerably. I think they had been working things out already while Scarlett always gave me the bad eye all because I never went on another date.

You can't blame a girl for being careful

*shrug*

Anyways, Liam and Joey had blended in so well. They had become very good friends of us and not to lie, I had grown closer to him. With him always walking me to each class, cracking me up every time. Trying to make me feel better about myself sometimes.

I hadn't shared anything we him yet but I felt really comfortable with him and that was the closest I had come with any male since him so...

After my thought filled bath, I slowly went through the process of wearing clothes...

You know the usual

Wearing jeans with a huge 'I love myself' black top, I make my way downstairs.

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The sound of papers ruffling and the extra activities caught my attention. Walking faster into the parlor, I come face to face with boxes of different sizes. My eyes zooming in on one as I walk over to it. Pictures upon pictures dragged my attention. Slowly, I open the boxes not believing my eyes.

I gasped as I see all my childhood memories wrapped up in brown boxes. Kev and I beside our very first snowman that we created without the interference of anyone. On second thoughts, the snowman was a little crooked around the edges. Different details left out.

I picked up another one. This was of us when we were about six years. We had been making butterfly images on the ground.

We did love the snow

Slowly, I picked up other pictures. This box seemed to contain pictures of Christmas times. I sighed dropping the pictures. I decide to navigate my way to others. Stopping to ask a young man who had been one of the movers.

"Good morning" he said.

"Yeah, good morning. Um do you know where my mum is?" I asked him. He nodded, pointing towards the basement. "Thanks" I muttered, walking towards the stairs.

Walking down, I see my mum bent over some boxes. "Mum?" I called out to her. She moved from her position, walking towards me with her palms pressed to her forehead.