3 years later...
I sit on the green grass, afraid to go back inside. Simon has finally lost it. He keeps screaming for someone named Betty. Who is Betty? Marshall and I keep getting called Gunther. He throws things at us and sometimes runs around with this plastic crown shouting, "I am the Ice King, bow to me!" I sigh, it was not safe for Marshall and me anymore. We had to leave, and I knew exactly where we would go.
I had made a friend she was a couple years old and lived in a house with two other guys. Her name was Keila and the two guys names were Bongo and Guy. You probably could not imagine the look on there faces when Marshall and I showed up on their porch with all of our stuff, but nonetheless, they let us come in. I was given a fairly big room right next to Marshall's room. I start to unpack and something falls out. I pick it up. Hambo, I thought to myself as I gave the bear a squeeze. A tear fell from my fall and landed on the old wooden floors. I remembered the time Simon gave this to me.
"Oh Marcy, you are burning up." Simon said to me as he took his cold hand away from my hot head. I felt my chest tighten up and that caused me to violently cough. I covered my mouth with my hand, Simon stood up and said, "I will be right back." He turned and walked away. I wiped the blood off from my hand, onto some nearby tissues. Simon could not know. A few minutes later he came back with some hot chicken noodle soup and a small pink teddy bear looking thing. "Here you go Marcy."
I set Hambo on my bed then continue to unpack the rest of my stuff. Once everything was unpacked I took a deep breath and sat on my bed, with my bass axe on my lap. I started to strum quietly. Doing this simple motion always reminded me of my first friend, Bonnibel. I sigh and continue to strum.
(Many Miles by Sara Bareilles.)
There's too many things that I haven't done yet
Too many sunsets
I haven't seen
You can't waste the day wishing it'd slow down
You would've thought by now
I'd have learned something
I made up my mind when I was a young girl
I've been given this one world
I won't worry it away
But now and again I lose sight of the good life
I get stuck in a low light
But then Love comes in
How far do I have to go to get to you
Many the miles
Many the miles
How far do I have to go to get to you
Many the miles
But send me the miles and I'll be happy to follow you Love
I do what I can wherever I end up
To keep giving my good love
And spreading it around
Cause I've had my fair share of take care and goodbyes
I've learned how to cry
And I'm better for that
Sing how far do I have to go to get to you
Many the miles
Many the miles
How far do I have to go to get to you
Many the miles
Send me the miles and I'll be happy to
Follow you Love
Red letter day and I'm in a blue mood
Wishing that blue would just carry me away
I've been talking to God don't know
If it's helping or not
But surely something has got to got to got to give
Cause I can't keep waiting to live
How far do I have to go to get to you
Many the miles
Many the miles
How far do I have to go to get to you
Many the miles
But send me the miles and I'll be happy to yeah
How far do I have to go to get to you
Many the miles
Many the miles
How far do I have to go to get to you
Many the miles
Many the miles
Been talking to God don't know if it's helping or not
Many the miles
Many the miles
How far do I have to go to get to you
Many the miles
Many the miles
Oh send me the miles and I'll be happy to
Follow you Love
There's too many things I haven't done yet
Too many sunsets I haven't seen.
I finish and sigh, I had felt empty for so long. I heard a knock on my door and so I go and open it. "I did not know you could sing like that, that was amazing! Do you want to be in our band?" Keila asks excitedly. I smile at her and nod my head, "Sure why not." She jumps up and down then hugs me real hard. I hug her back. Maybe things would start to turn around for me, I think to myself. After Keila leaves my room, I start going through some old stuff of mine. I pause when I get to some ragged old overalls. I used to wear them all of the time. You could tell because they had dirt and blood stains all over them. I smile to myself as I fold them up. I set them in a box full of the rest of my old stuff. I then take the box and stick it far back into my closet. There were to many sad memories those old things brought out. I don't need those memories, because from here on out I'm starting fresh and forgetting everything about my childhood. Well except for Bonnibel, of course.
I head next door to find Guy and Marshall playing some video game and eating some chips. I look around Marshall's room and it looks about the same as mine. Maybe he was starting over too. Then I spotted a pink shirt. It looked like it belonged to a little kid. I laugh to myself when I realized that it had belonged to Gumball, he must of kept it all of this time. I felt bad for Marshall he really cared about Gumball. Maybe we would see them again some day.
Ok so I know this chapter kind of sucks, but hey you should still review it. Anyways sorry for taking so long and hopefully I can get another chapter up soon! Thanks for reading.
