Hey u guys!! So I want to know what u think about my story and ur suggestions. It will mean a lot to me. BTW, I posted another book titled "For you" and I think its nicer than this one so if u don't dig clichés that much then that's the book for u. So let's get back...
"Is it all packed?" Alyssa asks, looking around while carefully inspecting the boxes for what seems like the sixth time. She looks like a maniac walking fast in quick, calculated steps around the car which is loaded up with most of our belongings and my daughter in the car seat. She glances down at her notepad and she takes out her pencil and scribbles something down. I should be mad at her, after all we are three hours behind schedule and I am already upset with the whole move which was my idea, one I'm currently regretting but I can't change.
"Do we have everything?" Alyssa asks, while glancing at the house with a longing that I feel deep down but refuse to show. I know I have to be strong for the both of us, for Alyssa and for Julie. I'm all they have and they are all I have.
"Ye.. Yes, we do" I say with as much courage as I can muster. I owe Alyssa everything I have because not everyone I know agrees to pack up and follow a self diagnosed bipolar best friend halfway across the country, not everyone is willing to give all of themselves to the person they love the most.
I'm grateful, I honestly am but I get this feeling most nights when my head won't let me sleep and my minds starts racing and no pills can slow them down. I start to think about how nothing good lasts forever and how I am going to mess things up with Alyssa and then she leaves me, finally realizing how broken I really am.
I walk up to her and carefully taking the notepad from her hand where she has started scribbling something down furiously, I let it drop into the open car door before pulling her into my arms right before she breaks down in sobs.
I let my mind slip again and it leads me to wonder why Alyssa is abandoning a life she has come to love just became my life just became a bigger mess than it already was.
"Shh, we will be fine... Somehow", I assure her while holding onto the only good thing I have going for me, a phrase my mother often associated Alyssa with.
Cleaning her eyes, she attempts to smile and the fact that it comes out weak and broken drives my guilt up and I feel my chest constricting when I say
"I'm not doing it anymore", and I casually shrug my shoulders to signify pretentious indifference.
That pulls her out of her reverie and she says nothing but gets in the car and sets it into place, ready for the drive. With a raise of her eyebrows, she motions for me to get in and I don't for a second put it past her to actually leave me standing in front of the last place I want to be right now.
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Risen.
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