Thanks to my two reviewers last chapter! And those who alerted or fav'd! Also, I plan to keep the same style, which is the two recollecting more so, than just flat out telling it as it happened. Also this chapter is extremely short, about 700 words short. But you know what the good thing about that is? I already have the next chapter written. And if I get three, that's all I'm asking, reviews this time around. I'll have the next one up this week. If not, I'll give myself all this week to finish up the story all together. Which, I'll probably do anyway.
Chapter Two: Maintaining the Ship Alone
She's been gone for almost a year. An entire year, and she hasn't sent me one lousy text message, email, snail-mail letter, or any other form of communication. And even on holidays and breaks, I have yet to see her here, and I've even tried, but she's never there. It's like she's avoiding me. She's caught up in that future of hers she has planned out. A physical therapist. There's money in that right? She wants to be happy, with cash in hand. I was hoping I'd make some sort of breakthrough with her, that I could get her to understand. But it didn't happen.
I do remember, playing with her when we were little. She was happy, and carefree. But, I think everyone at that age was. In high school, I could see her following fashion trends. But despite that, she worked her ass off in classes. All AP, and Honors throughout school. She was smart, pretty; beautiful even. But she wasn't the same.
It's dumb. What she became. She went from wanting to be a pirate to frickin' massage therapist or something. What happened to that adventure she wanted? To plunder treasure, to see the world, what happened to that? Pirates don't help other people, they help themselves.
Twilight. That's where she is. At least, I think. Creating that future. Future. That's the only thing we ever plan for, cause now we have time to. We have longer life spans, so we build upon our success for our kid's success and so on. But I can't. I don't have a future. Not here anyway. And not there.
The last fight we got into, was right before she left. We were talking, it was nice, quiet, on the swings. But smothering hot. Her hair was clinging to her face, and she was digging through the sand with her left foot, while pushing herself back and forth with the other. She told me I was an idiot for not trying to succeed. When I told her I didn't need to, she yelled, but her voice cracked, I wonder now, if she had caught on, but of course, she hadn't, she's gone. But then again, maybe it wouldn't have made a difference. I told her I didn't want to go to college, that I wanted to stay here, content, lazy. Living out the days one at a time.
She said I would struggle, I wouldn't be happy. And she's right. Now I see, I'm not. But that's not what I thought then. Then I believed I was doing the right thing, by staying here. On this stupid island. With these stupid people. In that stupid jungle gym. Then I realized, the cage I wanted out of, was open, but I was too scared to leave it.
Maybe now, now that it's been so long, maybe she's just forgotten. Maybe I should too. But I can't. I can't forget the captain.
My parents made me get a job, and it pays well enough. Considering I still live at home. I'll be fine until they start rent. This isn't really what I had planned. I hate that job. I hate this house, this town, those people, I hate her. I hate her for leaving, for forgetting, for having a future, security, a life. A life she'll live to its fullest. Even though I tried to break her down and tell her she couldn't.
That's wrong, what I did, I tried to put her down. On a numerous amount of occasions. But only because I was envious, but then again, that doesn't make it any better. It makes it worse.
I would point out as many faults as possible in the beginning. But then I started to feel bad about it, and soon, did it more so to help her instead of crush her.
Then I simply tried to broaden her views. On this place, that even though it sucked, it was an okay place. But that wasn't true. There's always some place better.
Maybe now though, now I should try to contact her. Maybe she was waiting like I was. Maybe I just had to try. For all that it's worth, maybe I had to step up and steer the ship alone.
Psh. Yeah guys, he's deep. But seriously, thanks for reading, yada, leave a review if you want, yada, and hopefully, this whole idea isn't total fail!