The One Day

Chapter 1 – Air

Freddie POV

Oh my god! It's air! Yeah I mean I have already knew it was air! Man it is fresh air! After seven years in prison air.

I took my pearphone the bag which guardian gave it to me. It was full of my stuffs. I really miss this feeling that coming when I touch the screen . I know what you are thinking 'What a tech geek!' but you dont know what's on the screen do you?

The last pic I put on the screen just before when I got arrested. The pic of Sam and I. We were at the were seventeen. And I think you know the fact of we broke up at the elevator after few weeks then that pic. I dialed the cabs number. I said mothers adress to driver. Since I don't know where can I go after all. I arrived to Bushwell. It seems same old Bushwell.

I knocked the door. Then a women with gray hair opened the was Look like older tahn my mom. But then she screamed my name happily.

''Fredward! Oh My God! It's you! Thank God.'' she mumbled the last part and she hugged only thing I could say was ''Yeah mom,ıt's me.I missed you too.''

After a little catch up I decided to take a shower. I missed the bathrooms that antibacterial favors smells. I took my shower and I looked the mirror and realized how much diffrences between the face that I'm looking now and that I was looking eigth years ago. Now I'm looking to was a man not a boy.

I went to kitchen with only towel on my I kissed my mothers turned to me and looked me like I was three realized that I noticed her looks.

''Do you have tattoo?'' she asked in disbelieve.

''Yes. Do you like them? ''

She mumbled something under her breath.

''Sorry, I couldn't hear.''

''Nothing…But I thought you were thinking they are painful.''

''Yes I people can also I think I'm kinda masochist.'' I said her when I was trying to look my back tattoo. It was beutiful tattoo. There was a girl with blonde hair (I think you know who is she) and where her hairs end there is a beginning of a fire escapeand two people on it was the biggest one in all of my tattoos and there is also words on my arms. For example one of them is 'I keep running away even from good things…'. I know you think how pity I am.

We ate our lunch together. But we didn't talked so I popped myself on couch, turned on the was a comedy named ''Hate you too…''. I liked it.I was as funny as credits appears on the screen and my jaw hit the floor.

Written By Samantha Puckett