*Clarke*
April 2015
"I felt her absence; it was like waking up one day with no teeth in your mouth. You wouldn't need to run to the mirror to know they were gone."
-James Dashner
There are a lot of things I don't enjoy doing; going to the dentist, being told what to do, etc. But at the top of the list, is cleaning. I'm not the sort of person who complains, but when spring cleaning comes along I usually have several mini tantrums before, during, and after. This time around is no different.
I groan to myself as I sit on the floor in front of my cluttered closet and begin unraveling the chaos within. It's like I opened the door to hell except instead of demons, shoes and clothes came flying out.
I count thirteen pairs of shoes, two prom dresses, five pairs of jeans that are all way too tight, seven empty shoe boxes, and three yearbooks. And that's only the first layer. I consider looking through the yearbooks but after absently flipping through the one from middle school and glimpsing my braces and rhinestoned glasses, I decide it's just not worth it.
Besides that nothing of interest shows up until a shoebox falls into my lap. At first I think it's empty, but when I glance inside, a little purple flash drive slides around all by itself.
"What's this?" I wonder aloud, picking up the unfamiliar flash drive. I try to remember what's on it but nothing comes to mind. I glance over at my laptop and figure spring cleaning can wait for just a few more minutes.
I uncover the top of the flash drive and plug it into my laptop, stuck between excitement and nerves. With my luck it's probably some sarcastic message to screw myself over but my mind can't help but jump to much scarier conclusions. I mean, what would have been so bad that I hid it in my closet?
A window suddenly appears and the only thing on the flash drive is a video. The name: Bellamy
Just glancing at the name sends a jolt of nausea through me. How could I forget? And as much as I want to tear the drive out and crush it beneath my heel, my finger double clicks on the video, starting it up.
I don't have the greatest memory but I remember knocking on Bellamy Blake's door like it happened two hours ago. A part of me wishes a could go back and relive it again and again and another part wishes I hadn't done it at all.