It haunts her. Does she know it? How could she, I mean I hardly know it myself more or less believe it. I just can't believe that it's gotten her too. Not after everything she's been through. This nightmare will continue no matter what and I'll be there for her…. At least I hope I will be.
Right now as she's looking out the window, with the pale light reflecting on her face, the window is smudged and grimy just like everything else in this dull town. She is beautiful in her own way, but right now her forehead is creased with worry I'll put down my pen and comfort her.
Adeliade POV
He's been watching me, I know this. But I don't care; he is my best friend after all. He's worried too. But how can I blame him? Wouldn't I would do the same for him. He's writing now, probably in that journal of his. He's my best friend Jeffery Martin. He loves me and I know it. But he's scared after all that's happened these past months.
My dad died leaving my mom even more bitter towards me than ever. I've been abused by both my parents for all my life. When my dad died it caused my mom on a hysteria, until today. I had just gotten back on a walk with Jeffery around the town; he had waited outside to make sure I was okay. (That's his careful personality kicking in) when I walked in I called her name, no reply. I walked into the living room connected to the tiny kitchen. That's when I found her in the little chair drug bottle still in hand. Not as much as a note to say good-bye, I let out a scream that sent Jeffery running. That was earlier today, now were in the Federation Public Building waiting on a federation guardian to come and sort out living conditions with me. Something I don't look forward to.
I think I'll use this remaining time to describe Jeffery. He has beautiful slightly tan face, and strong dark features. When his shinning forest green eyes linger on mine I feel butterflies in my stomach. His wavy medium brown hair is usually kept neatly, but is now sticking out for his hands running through. (his habit when stressed.) His tall strong body is in perfect shape from years of working in his uncle's tree cutting company. He is now biding me to lie down; I shall do as he wishes for I am tired.
Jeffery POV
Now back to my writing, she is asleep on the little red couch in the corner. Now on to her she has golden brown, almost curly hair falling two inches below her shoulder. She is three inches shorter than me, her frame is small but her stature is fierce. Her porcelain skin makes her stunning blue eyes shine. She always seems alert, but only now have I realized it's only to hold back her extreme fear.
She is a year younger than me which makes her seventeen. This is the love of my life, this is Adelaide Harper. We met two years ago in quit a humorous way really. I shall explain that later for she is starting to wake.