Avianna's POV
I'm cold and my body is stiff when I wake up. There's a thick layer of dust covering my body and I when I begin to move the layers crack and crumble. I feel as if I haven't moved in ages, literally everything aches.
After I brush off some of the dirt encasing me, I look to see if I'm back home. It seems that I've been sent back to the mountain. The gray sharp, jagged pebbles sit under my butt and the wall of rock stands dauntingly next to me. The numbers that once adorned it have fallen to the ground in huge succession around me. Some are broken into thousands of prices while others are almost fully intact and buried half way under the surface.
A tear slips down my cheek turning into an unwanted muddy mess, but I don't care. I just wipe it away and do my best to stand to my feet. Which proves more difficult then I would've liked. My muscles are stiff and my bones crack with each and every movement.
Once I'm finally standing, the only thing I can do is stay still and sulk. I feel like none of it was real. That a number fell on my head and I imagined everything. The magic, the stolen kisses, the stars, Atlas, Gilah... but the more I think about it the more I know it was. I mean, I'm not even wearing the same clothes I wore the first time I ventured this mountain. Atlas burned those.
It was all real, I know it.
As I trudge down the path back down to my home a puff of smoke follows after each step. I can see part of the town from the trail and I have to do a double take when I first catch a glimpse. It looks different. The lights that escape each house look brighter and there are new buildings that I don't recognize. My house still stands alone with no others beside it but there's a whole new neighborhood just across the street.
I disregard it best I can and keep walking. I had only been gone about two months so that much growth seems impossible. Maybe I was gone longer then I thought?
I shake my head of the thoughts and keep walking. How long I was gone seems like it should be the least of my worries. Right now, I should focus on whether or not my parents will let me have my old room back. At least until I can get back on my feet and apply for some colleges. Preferably out of Delaware.
When I reach my house, my breath catches in my throat and I fold my arms over chest. This can't be good.
The back-glass slide door to my house is broken into large pieces, leaving it wide open. Each of the windows are fogged up with dirt and some are cracked or missing. The curtains that once hung inside are nowhere to be seen and the boards on the outside are breaking. My house is in shambles.
I walk inside cautiously -the glass crunching underneath my feet- to find leaves and animal droppings littering the once clean tiled floors. All of the furniture is gone. There's vulgar graffiti covering the walls and what I think to be mold dripping down the corners. I can't help myself from coughing with how dense the air is.
This house has been abandoned for much longer than just two months.
My breathing becomes erratic and a large weight presses on my chest and stomach. I thought coming back things would be better, but everything's gone. My parents are gone. I don't even know what I'm supposed to do now.
This is all so overwhelming and I think it's getting to me. I had to watch my friend pretty much die, I said goodbye to a man I could've potentially loved and now I'm being subjected to everything I know and love just disappearing.
I run up the stairs to my room with the hopes that maybe my stuff came back with me but when I open the door my room is just as empty as the living room was. I walk to the center of the room and look around the nothingness. My legs give out on me and I fall to my knees. Unshed tears sit at the corners of my eyes.
I stay in the same spot for a long time before deciding that I'm just making things worse. Just sitting here wallowing in the fact that my life is gone, isn't going to bring it back.
A chill run through my spine and out of habit I walk to my closet for a jacket. I slam the door shut harshly when I find nothing but hanger-less racks.
When I get down the rickety stairway, I make a beeline for the exit. Only to find my front door crooked and falling off of its hinges. I try my hardest to get it to budge but no matter how much I push, pull and kick, it won't move an inch. I bang my head against its frame once more then turn around and go through the back door.
I stand in my dead front yard for a long time wondering where in the hell I'm supposed to go from here. I don't have any friends and even if I did who knows if they would still be here. They would probably be off living their best lives.
In all reality I can only think of one person who gave a damn about me besides my parents.
If they even count.
It's a long shot but at this point its my only option. So, I turn left and I start walking. I'd been to his house before to drop off some stuff he had lent me but that was by car and I know it's not very close to my house. He's at least a mile and a half from where I am right now.
I guess I'll be getting my exercise in for the year.
I walk for about twenty minutes and start to feel like this isn't such a bad thing. I get to see all the new houses and buildings, get some much-needed fresh air, and get some sun on my skin.
I pause and look up at the sky to see it filled with dark clouds. A brisk wind blows through my hair and soon the pitter patter of rain begins to dot my clothing. I shiver as it pours down on me heavier and then without a second thought, I begin to walk again. So much for "sun on my skin" and "isn't such a bad thing".
A little less than an hour later I finally arrive at my destination. It's a nice, quant house. Only one floor with a small patch of grass in the front and a single garage. I walk up to the front door and take a deep breath before ringing the doorbell. Hopefully he actually still lives here.
I can hear some chattering from inside before the door finally swings open. His familiar face comes into view and he presses his glasses up into his nose as he looks me over with shock. He's a lengthy man, wearing a superhero t-shirt, jeans and a pair of air Jordan's to finish. He hasn't changed much at all, besides a few more wrinkles under his eyes and the added gray filtering through his short curly brown hair. I can tell by looking at him that it's been much longer than a few months.
"Ms. Garrett?" he asks as he opens the screen door.
"Hi, Mr. Mathews."
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I lied... there is gonna be one more chapter!!!! I thought it would be better to separate to two chapters.
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