LETTING GO

Chapter Two

I woke up the next day with the worst migraine, not even paracetamol could budge. I sat up in my bed and everything from yesterday came flooding back. Light was shining through my curtains and I squinted as I felt for my glasses on the bedside table. Once I found them, I picked up my phone and stared at the screen. Not one message from Olivia, but at least three hundred missed calls and messages from Daniel. I didn't want to face him today or anyone really.

"Hannah." I heard a familiar voice yell from down the hall and suddenly my bedroom door flew open and there was my eight year old brother with an excited look on his face, he jumped onto my bed and gazed at me for a moment.

"What is it, Jack?" I sighed, forcing a smile and pretending to be interested in whatever he wanted to tell me. Gosh I wished I was eight years old again, not a care in the world.

"The funfair is back on this weekend and Mum said we can go." He exclaimed, proceeding to jump on my bed. I groaned lazily and pulled the duvet back over my head.

"Maybe another day." I yawned and wished I was still fast asleep but clearly my brother was not going to leave me alone.

"Come on please. I really want to go, you haven't done anything with me for ages." He repeated continuously until I eventually agreed.

"Fine, but only for a little while."

Munching on candy floss and being dragged onto all the baby rides turned out to be quite fun, I totally forgot about everything for a few hours. We laughed so much and had the best time. The day just flew by and before I knew it, it was already almost time to go home. Jack skipped happily beside me as we made our way across the field to the main road. Home was a good ten minute walk away and I smiled at my little brother
as he was telling me how amazing the day had been, the bumper cars being the most fun of course.

"Hannah?" I heard a voice call and as I spun round, came face to face with a horribly familiar person.

Daniel.

I didn't know what to say or do.

How could such a good day end with bumping into the one person that I did not want to see or talk to?