Semi-normal life
It's been a year since Cam was taken away, since then I have grown up and moved on. Jack enrolled me in school so I could try and have a normal life, but normal could never happen for me. Even though I went to school I had no friends and I couldn't get over the fact that after school and on the weekends I help Owen with alien autopsies, hacked into confidential government computers with Tosh, and went running after stray weevils. Normal was not, nor will it ever be, in my vocabulary.
"Now, there are three orbits around an atom, can anyone tell me what goes into those orbits, anyone…no one? Alright…electrons! And how many electrons can fit into each orbit Ms. Harkness?"
My head popped up and out of the clouds, "Huh?"
I heard everyone laughing and lowered my head, "Please pay more attention Zorah this is the third time this week, and please stay after the bell, we need to speak."
I nodded, "Yes, sorry Mr. Smith, won't happen again." He went on to ranting. So maybe I hadn't completely moved on but I wasn't about to tell anyone else that. Mr. Smith was my teacher; he was very strange but fun at the same time. He had lengthy brown hair that came up in spikes at the front. He always wore the same blue suit and red tie, on his feet were a pair of red trainers. His eyes looked as if they had seen so much, even though he was so young, and his mind was filled with random facts. He always loved teaching us History, he got so excited as he talked of past events and we would get into discussions on what the future might hold where he would listen to our ideas and point out flaws like he knew exactly what was going to happen. Strangest and funniest teacher I have ever had.
At the end of class the bell rang and everyone raced out of class. I stayed in my seat at the back and waited until everyone was out of the room and the door was closed to get up and sling my paint spattered back over one shoulder. I walked to Mr. Smith's desk and stood there patiently for the usual lecture of how I had to get my head out of the clouds if I want to go anywhere in life and how it's okay to imagine and think doing the impossible but it won't matter if I can't keep up my grades.
"I'm worried about you Zorah," He said, "You're always thinking, and I know when someone is thinking of something that's bothering them, they get that sort of spark in their eye that only someone as bright as you and I can see."
I gave him my best reassuring smile, "Thank you for your concern but I'm fine. I should really be getting home."
I was about to turn to walk out when Mr. Smith answered sternly, "Sit." I obeyed and sat down in one of the desks at the front. He sat on the desk beside me. "Tell me, what's wrong Zorah, and don't say nothing because I know you better than that."
I sighed and looked down, "I've just been having nightmares and not sleeping well is all, it's nothing to worry about. I'll get Jack to give me a sleeping pill tonight; I'll be back to normal tomorrow."
He sighed as well and started talking to the air, "Everyone blames it on sleep, I don't sleep and I'm perfectly fine I don't see why its sleep's fault it never did anything to anyone." He looked back at me, "I'm always here if you need to talk, I'm a very good listener, but be careful with the letting me give advice part, once I start talking I find it hard to stop. And another thing… wait did you say Jack? As in Jack Harkness?" I nodded my head. "Hmm, I think I might know him, we used to be friends back in the day. Anyhow, I should let you get back home, stay safe have fun see you tomorrow." I nodded and left the room. I walked the long distance from school to the entrance to the hub. I stepped onto the platform into the perception filter and let it descend. The inside of the hub came into view and I jumped off the platform before it hit the ground. I walked into my room and closed the door behind me. As soon as I closed I was attacked from behind. I screamed as someone grabbed my sides. I turned and saw Jack laughing.
I glared at him and he laughed more, "Hey sweetheart," he said kissing my head, "How was school?"
I shrugged, "No more stupid and boring as usual. I don't mean to be rude but could I maybe have some time alone, I want to work on something."
He nodded and kissed my head again, "Okay sweetheart, I'm in my office if you need anything." He walked out of the room. I took the songbook from under my mattress and opened it. I had started singing to pass the time, I wrote my own songs for fun.
I took out a pen and started to scribble down words.
Nana, nanana, nana
I miss you, miss you so bad
I don't forget you, oh it's so sad
I hope you can hear me, I remember it clearly
The day you slipped away
Was the day I found it won't be the same
Nana, nanana, nana
I didn't get around to kiss you, goodbye on the hand
I wish that I could see you again, I know that I can't
I hope you can hear me, 'cause I remember it clearly
The day you slipped away
Was the day I found it won't be the same
I've had my wake up, won't you wake up
I keep asking why?
And I can't take it, it wasn't fake it
It happened you passed by
Now you're gone, now you're gone
There you go, there you go
Somewhere I can't bring you back
Now you're gone, now you're gone
There you go, there you go
Somehow you're not coming back
The day you slipped away
Was the day I found it won't be the same
The day you slipped away
Was the day I found it won't be the same
Nana, nanana, nana
I miss you
I read it over and sang it so many times I was in tears. I wanted my big brother back but I knew he didn't want me anymore. I lay there crying until Owen knocked on the door and let himself in. I sat up and hid the songbook, wiping my tears quickly.
"What-what do you w-want Owen?"
He looked at me concerned, "You been crying?"
"That's none of your business."
He looked at a corner of the book poking out from behind my back, "What you hiding there?"
I threw it behind me, "It's none of your business. If you didn't need me for anything then I would appreciate it if you leave."
He took a step forward, "Zorah…"
"Get out."
"But…"
"I said get out!" he sighed and closed the door behind him. I looked at my pocket knife and threw it across the room, it had been three months since I cut last and I intend to make it four. I decided to try and get some sleep.
(hey the song I used was Slipped Away by Avril Lavigne)