A/N: This chapter will answer a certain question that was left unfolded in the first chapter, regarding Mitchie's parents. You will also be introduced more into Alex's life.
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"It's getting late, say goodnight to Shane, Mitchie" My mom screamed from the kitchen thinking we couldn't hear her.
Me and Shane were playing video games, that use to always be our number one thing. Especially when it came to Resident Evil, together we were beast at it. We finished off the level we were on, and finally turned off the game console. That's when we noticed my mom came down, and we both had a smirk on our faces.
At the exact same time we fell into each other's arm and started fake crying.
"I'll miss you! I'll make sure I water your plants." He started saying jokingly
"I'll miss you too. Don't go! Who's going to be my partner in crime?" I joked back fake sobbing as he followed.
"Don't worry. One day we will find each other under the warm sun after war has been over. This won't be forever I promise." He says and I nod my head, agreeing with his opinion.
"Oh knock it off, you drama queens, you guys will see each other tomorrow in class" My mom interrupts our private moment, annoyed at how dramatic we are. We both laughed and hugged goodbye, for real this time.
"Mrs. Torres, I am offended. It is drama king. And 10 hours is too long!" Shane gasped while heading to the door and winking at my mom. We all laughed together, I went towards the door that he just exited from, making sure it was locked, and went straight to bed.
"Mitchie…. Mitchie wake up!" I get awoken from my roommate. I give her a confused look but at the same time a 'what do you want' look.
"You were tossing around, and kept mumbling a name that I couldn't recall. I just assume you were having a nightmare." She said after a while and I just nodded with a slight smile. She went back to her side of the room and I laid back down, facing the white ceiling.
Most people wouldn't consider a flashback as a nightmare, especially that specific one. But to me it was, that was the last time I spoke to Shane. That very next morning, the tragic news entered my ears. I just don't understand! I keep trying to reminiscence every single moment I had with him. But they were all fun and weird in a good way moments. At no time did I see Shane upset, he use to always have a smile on his face.
To me and to everyone his life was perfect, so why would he do such thing. What was his reason? And the worst part was that no one had a clue, or at least never wanted to tell me. There was no lead to the mystery that couldn't be unfolded. Not even a suicide note or a small text message saying I'll miss you, like those sad romance movies. It was all pure fiction! Those movies never show the reality of a teenager who commits suicide. How the family gets over it, how they find out it was homicide instead, it was all bullshit! There's no happy ending, never will be. Not for me and not for his parents. Where's our closure? I hate movies.
After I got out of the hospital, when the doctors finally released me after close inspection, I just kept wanting to just fall off my bed and wake up. Just to realize this nightmare is just that. A simple horrible nightmare that I'll be able to wake up to and breathe out in relief, seeing Shane right next to me. But it never happened, it was all a nonstop, upside down roller coaster. When your arms are dangling down, hair sticking out, and lose change falling out of your pocket, that's the moment when you start to get sick. You just want to get off and throw up, because that will make you feel better. But instead of that, all the twist and turns are still stuck inside, with no way out. That's how I'm feeling.
I continued to have hope, to find any outrageous way that he can be alive. I didn't care if my theories were one in a million, as long as there was small hope, I kept dreaming. But it all went away when my worst fear was finally realized. When it was time for his funeral. That's where my dreams were crushed, and I knew there wouldn't be a happily ever after ending.
"Let's go, it's time." My dad said to me, waiting for my presence to exit the house and into the car. It was a sad day for everyone who knew Shane, especially for me. I didn't even want to talk that day, I wanted to pay as much respect silence can give. As we walk upon the green grass at the cemetery, we head towards the big tent that has the casket opened up front. Only a few feet away, I hear the loud cries coming from Mrs. Gray. I glance at her, seeing her looking down at her son, while her husband was holding her back.
Right away I looked down and away from them. I didn't want to cry, I knew if I did I wouldn't be able to stop. As much as it was killing me, I tried my hardest to mask my emotions. I didn't want to be vulnerable, not at this time, not when I know Shane won't be there to wipe away my tears and tell me everything will be okay.
It was my turn to go up to the casket, and I was scared. Frightened to see my best friend lifeless in a small grave. I walk up to him and see his pale face, eyes closed and arms crossed up front. I couldn't hold it in anymore, crying over took me, and I was about ready to just get on my knees and continue crying. Before matters could have gotten worse, I reach into my purse and take out his necklace.
We had matching best friend necklaces, with his having an M on the back and mine having an S. I was wearing mine and I vowed that I will never take it off. I placed his necklace next to his body and finally walked away. But not until I whispered my goodbye. "I'm going to miss you Shane, I love you."
Once that was done, I didn't pay attention to anything else being said at the funeral. I zoned out, trying to figure out how I'm going to live my life without him by my side. It was time for all of us to depart from the cemetery and I enter the car, with my parents starting the engine. It was a quiet ride until my mom decided to speak up, directing it more to my dad.
"It's a shame, he was such a good kid and now he's going to hell. I can't believe he committed suicide." My mom said in an almost sorry tone. All my father did was nod, but I knew he agreed with her. I felt my blood boil inside me, as if I was going to explode. He just died and she still has the decency to damn him to hell.
"Are you kidding me?! Shane died and all you care about is where he's supposedly heading. Nice." I yell at them and exit the car, heading inside my house and locking the door. That was the last time I spoke to my parents.
They pissed me off so much that I never wanted to speak to them ever again. And till this day, 5 months later, I've yet to say a word to them.
I've been stuck here for over two weeks now, and I already hate it. Alex has tried talking to me in the room but I never gave in. I've said a few words here but only to the teachers. Leaving high school after getting severely bullied just to enter a new surrounding where it'll still occur, sucks. As much as the kids call themselves 'Christian', they're hypocrites. So far all that's happened, is me getting judged. Whispering in the background, knowing it's about me, still saying nasty things to me. I didn't really expect much from them, so it wasn't new to me what so ever.
Other than that, I knew only one person, well barely knew, Alex. I knew her last name was Russo and that she was in my same grade, but I also found out she has a boyfriend. I don't know how long they've been together but they seem happy. Always with each other in school, and one time he came to pick her up at her room and she introduced him to me.
He said his name was Mason, I can tell by his accent that he was British. He seemed like a caring guy, handsome too, but I still wasn't attracted to him. Alex seemed like a nice girl too but I'm just not in a good place right now. I'm not in the position of wanting friends, I just want to be alone.
Alex's POV
Have you ever gotten that feeling where you meet someone, and instantly want to become friends with them? Well I have. I don't understand why she's so distant, closed off. I just want to know more about her, it's weird. She doesn't seem to be having a good time here, a lot of the other students keep teasing her. I've heard rumors about her, but it's not like anyone here really knows her. So it's not like I listen to them.
I've tried studying her, as creepy as that may sound, how she interacts with everyone and just anything else that can give me a clue to who she is. What I have noticed is that she's not a well sleeper. Almost every night, I've heard her mumble underneath her breath, kicking the sheets, moving around. I'm surprised she hasn't fallen off the bed.
I've never met anyone who has as many nightmares as she does. Most of the time, her dreams are always followed by some name. I can't really decipher what she says, it kind of sounds like Shay, but I'm not sure. I've also noticed that she always wears a specific necklace, and never leaves the room without thick bracelets covering her wrists. It's probably a good luck charm or something.
It's time for lunch, and Mason walks next to me as we approach the counter, getting something to eat. We sit down at our normal table and he starts talking. I wish I can say I was actually paying attention but I wasn't. I was looking around the cafeteria and finally found Mitchie. She was seated down alone at a table. She had her head down and it didn't look like she was going to eat anything.
I brushed it off, it's not like I always eat the lunch food. Then I witness something hit her. It was paper balls that was getting thrown at her. She didn't even look up, as if she was already so use to it. I turn my head, looking for the direction that it came from. That's when I saw a group of kids laughing and glancing at her. The same people who kept teasing her in class. I felt bad, but it's not like I can really do anything.
"Babe? Hello.." I get brought back to reality when I see my boyfriend waving his hand in front of me, trying to get my attention.
"I'm sorry did you say something?" I let out, facing him. He let out a small laugh.
"Yeah I was telling you a story but I guess you had other things in mind. What are you thinking about?" He asks me worriedly.
"What do you know about the new girl? Since you help out at the front office." I said, hoping he had some kind of information.
"Mitchie?" He asks a little uncertain and I nod my head.
"Well um all I recall is that she had a rough time at her old high school and her parents live like 3 hours away from here, near Austin." He said, which didn't really help me.
"Oh ok. Well if you find anything else out, let me know alright?" He gave me a strange look in return.
"Why?"
"I don't know, I want to know more about her."
"Then why don't you go and talk to her." He said in the most obvious tone.
"Well why didn't I think of that before?" I responded sarcastically with a smile and he shook his head.
"She doesn't like talking. Or at least not to me." I continued and he just said 'oh'.
"Well I don't know, she seems kind of weird to me, out of the ordinary." He says while glancing at her and I just shrug.
"There's something about her that draws me in, it's boring to live in a school where everybody's the same. I think it's nice to have fresh personalities for once." I said and he looked back at me, raising an eyebrow, he was about to say something but thankfully he got interrupted.
The bell signaling that we had to get to our next class went off. Mason threw away my tray and walked me out the cafeteria. I lost sight of Mitchie but paid my attention back to where I was walking.
"Well, I'll see you later, bye" My boyfriend said as he gives me a quick kiss and heads the other way.
I've been with Mason for about 6 months. My parents love him, they always talk about how much of a good influence he is on me and how perfect he will be as their son in law in the future. I roll my eyes at their comments, but I don't know why. He is a great guy and all but I just don't feel spark, you know?
People talk about how falling in love is an amazing feeling, and that you never want to be away from that person. But I haven't felt that. I haven't felt that heart aching moment when I'm away from him, or the racing of my heart when I see him or when he kisses me. I don't feel anything.
I did like him, I kind of do, but not like how it used to be before. The only reason I'm still with him is because there really isn't a reason for us to break up, plus I don't want to disappoint my parents. Especially since I finally found a boyfriend that they 100 percent approve of. I don't know what to do, other than just staying with him.
Soon I hope I get to experience what love really is, and finally meet that one person I know I won't be able to live without. But time is the essence, so I have to be patient. I'm only sixteen, I have my whole life ahead of me. But presently, my goal is to try to build some sort of friendship with my roommate, as hard as it will be, I still want to.
Hope you guys liked it(: So are you guys enjoying the new style of writing I'm taking upon for this story?
Reviews are greatly appreciated Lol
Expect a new chapter no later than next Saturday. Since I did post this chapter a little early, I'll try my fastest to update in less than a week.
For the next chapter, we will dive more into what has happened to Mitchie after Shane's funeral. Everything she began to face and also how Alex is still trying to become her friend.
