Heres just a little story for ya. I felt the need to write it. Its very short and I actually hate it. There's only gonna be like 6 or 7 short chapters but the idea was eating away at me for like three days. Well, the idea comes from the last verse of Sugarland's Already Gone. Anyway, I hope you like it because like I said, I hate it. R&R!! Oh, and its written mostly in flashback/memory. Except the preface and chapter 6 and 7(if there is a chapter 7) ok, I'll shut up now. –Alicexoxo. PS, after I post chapter 2, I'll post the playlist for this story on my profile.
the last time i saw him, we packed up
my things
and he smiled like the first time he told me his
name
and we cried with each other
we split the blame for the
parts that we couldn't change
pictures, dishes, and socks
it's
our whole life down to one box
there he was waving goodbye on the
front porch alone
Sugarland, Already Gone
Preface-
Everything about that summer that I can remember makes me want to cry. The way the moon was like a spotlight on the lake. The way the smoke smelled after the fire was put out. The way I saw a spider in the bedroom one night and it made me scream. The way Jasper killed it for me and then held me and said, "its not gonna hurt you," and then he kissed me softly.
Jasper. Jasper. Back to reality, I wiped the back of my hand over my eyes and sure enough, the skin had salt water droplets on it. I had to stop crying if I was going to do this. I wasn't gonna be a crybaby while I talked to him.
I grabbed my keys off the table and went outside and got into my Porsche 911 Turbo. I was just about to turn the keys and make the engine purr when my cell phone rang. I recognized the number, flipped it open, and put it to my ear. "Heyy Bella," I said to my best friend.
"Alice. Are you gonna do it?" She asked.
My breath was broken. "Yeah," I choked out, "I'm doing it." I flipped my phone shut, blinked the tears away, and began my one day and 10 hour journey from Forks, Washington to Midland, Texas. I was gonna put the pieces back together on this puzzle of my life.
