Day 5

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The final transmission

I did take a little nap, but only for a couple of hours, before waking up with a massive headache. It was 4 in the morning and I really didn't know what to do, so I just walked around the house. My parents still weren't home and I didn't care that they weren't. I went through the house, going to the messy kitchen that was utterly destroyed just the same as the living room. I decided since I had nothing better to do that I would just simply clean up. So I started picking up red plastic cups and throwing away trash and bottles. Cleaning up the trash from the floor, I swept the floors, before picking up the trash that was on the tables and couches and things.

After I straightened up and had everything looking as normal as possible, the phone rang and I went to look at it. It was my mom's number that was on the Caller ID and I ignored it, shutting off the lights in the house and going back to my room. I laid in the bed, waiting for sleep to overcome me, but it never did, it just left me there dangling into the night. The worst part probably had to be that I couldn't stop thinking about Vic, that maybe I should have done something, like took a new approach, then maybe he wouldn't have freaked out the way he did. I should have done something different.

I tried to forget about it, I couldn't change the past, it's not going to happen, but I can change the present, and that's what I was going to do. I got my vape pen from my nightstand and began to take slow puffs of it before going into the living room. I turned the tv on and began to just watch cartoons, then movies on Netflix, there was nothing else to do. I looked at the time, 5:30. There was no way that I was going to school, I would to see Vic, but then there's Mike, and the concept that I don't like school, so I'd rather not.

I watched the movies and vaped all morning, thinking I can do this until Saturday, just hold on until Saturday and everything will be fine. That's all I had to do and will do. At 10, I couldn't help but to go to my room, pulling out my book and looking at the last thing on my bucket list. Those words, right now, the way I was thinking, they could have two totally different meanings. For one, do something bad/good and be remembered for it, or make a decision that would help me in the long run. Right now, I was aiming towards the latter, thinking that me living until Saturday and beyond can be something rememberable. This is just another milestone in my life that I will conquer and I think that's why the nurse gave me this book to show me that something can interfere with life and it can get better.

Around 12, I knew Vic was at lunch, so I decided to text him, wishing he would have a great day and tell him I couldn't wait for Saturday. I wanted to go see him, and I was planning on going to see him while he was at work, whether he wanted me to or not. I don't care what Mike would do to me, I finally had a friend and someone who I can hang out with. Someone who cares and I care about, even though I don't like him the way he might like me, I still like and care about him. He's given me reason and something to look forward to and that's something that I can't wait to happen.

It was getting pretty late in the day, and Vic still hadn't text back, and it was kind of weird, I felt like he was avoiding me now because of the whole situation. I just needed to talk to him, so I got ready, showering and putting on a new pair of clothes and everything. It was 5 and I was just about to leave when my parents burst through the door, my dad heading to the kitchen and my mom, the living room. She started taking off her high heels and looking through the mail. When I passed by, she stopped me and handed me a letter, I never really got mail, so this was a first.

"We're going to go to bed. We've been working our butts off, goodnight." My mom said, standing up and kissing my forehead.

I looked at her with a questioning glance and watched them leave before turning my gaze to the letter. 'Kellin.' It had in block letters and had a bunch of lines underneath it. The envelope was sealed, and I had to rip it to get to whatever was inside. It was a letter.

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