Her Name is Memory

19| just tired

Chapter 19

We once had a moment
That now feels so broken
How have we came to be so lonely?

~Nathaniel's Lyric Journal

AFTER NAPPING AT DAVID'S PLACE, DAVID DROPPED ME BACK TO MY HOME.

My body ached from what happened last night and the thoughts of Elise. Dad yelling at me when I got home made didn't drag down my mood.

I had to bit my inner cheek to hold back the smile as I showered the remnants of last night off. This felt like the old me. I wasn't the depressed kid from New York who couldn't smile even with a gun pointed at my head. I felt more like my old self, making stupid mistakes and paying for it the next day.

I got out of the shower with a small smile on my face. I put on a black shirt I found folded on top of my drawer and some jeans. I looked in the mirror, messing my hair a little before settling on the look. There were faint dark circles below my eyes, the only piece of evidence of last night, but besides that, I felt...normal.

I left my room and headed towards the basement to quickly clean up the mess from last night. Before Dad could lecture me about drinking, I slipped out of the house to meet up with Angela.

Angela texted me that she wasn't ready yet and to just meet her at her house. I focused on walking to her porch, ignoring the fact that Elise was probably going to be there. Elise didn't respond to my message since then, which was probably for the better.

I tried not to think about her face or the tantalizing kiss, pushing it as far back in my mind as possible.

Maybe Elise might open the door.

Before I could chicken out, I pressed the doorbell. I heard some light footsteps before the door opened. Angela peaked her head, a smile appearing on her face when she recognized me. I smiled back, even when I had to force it because I thought someone else was going to open.

"Hey. I have I'll be ready in a few minutes, but come in," Angela greeted me, pushing the door open wide enough for me to come in.

"Hey thanks," I said, looking around the room.

I never thought much about where Elise lived, but it seemed nice.

There was something furniture by the entrance of the door, where I put my shoes. A few more steps into the home, I was greeted by the living room. The walls were painted a gray color that seemed more pronounced with the green sofa int the living room.

"You look good for someone who was shitfaced last night," Angela complimented me, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

My head slightly throbbed as if it wanted to make a presence.

"Thanks. It's an art," I responded drlyly, thinking back to the dry heaving that happened at David's place all morning. I pointed the couch closest to me. "Should I sit here?"

Angela nodded.

"Yeah you can. Let me show you around first," she said, gesturing me to follow. She showed me around first to the kitchen, then the living room. She gestured to the staircase by the kitchen, quickly mentioning it was the basement before taking me upstairs.

"These are some of the bedrooms. That's my room," Angela finished standing outside of the room, gesturing to the light green room. Her white sheets were neatly made. There was a fluffy white chair that was hanging across the room, which was positioned next to a mirror. It looked like any other girl's room I have seen.

My eyes caught something in the room next door. It was flickers of different paint, that made me take a step closer.

"Whose room is that?" I asked, looking at the room next door with specks of different colors on the wall.