The sun is also a star- what happened after the last page:
A/N: I hope you enjoying the chapters so far, I have an idea in my head of how the story is going to go. But I am planning to post a different story on my account soon, so that would mean I would only post a chapter every week of this fanfiction. As, the other uploading day would go to my new story. If you like this fanfiction, I can try to upload extra chapters but anyway into the story:
Chapter Three:
Daniel: I wasn't sure at first whether or not I liked Irene, but as the night rolled on I began to love this girl. She was funny and splendid. I am happy that I agreed to let her live with us, obviously I would have preferred it to just be Natasha and I but it is nice to have a different face around. I haven't really be in touch with old friends or anyone to think of it since I was kicked out. As my phone recharges, it alerts me that it is nearly midnight and at that time I am actually thrilled that Irene is going to be living with us. For a moment, I think of all the events leading up to this moment but my phone drags me out of thought. I pick up the phone call, as Natasha orders another black coffee. The air is filled with different smells while, I chat down the phone to Tim.
"Yeah, okay. Bye. Thanks Tim." I chat down the phone noticing that everyone is looking at me,
My face burns with embarrassment, as the workers point at the closing times. Oh, they were thankfully not listening into my conversation. I swing my leather shoulder bag swiftly over my shoulder, before we slowly leave the shop coffee in hand.
"What was that phone call about?" Natasha questions sipping coffee.
"It was about the house, Tim found us a sweet apartment and tomorrow we having a look around.
It is a three bedroom apartment so we can all have a separate room," I reply laughing nearly at our streak of good luck.
The question of where we could go pops up and we just stand awkwardly outside the coffee shop deciding. We are technically homeless at the moment, which is queer to think. Finally after several minutes, we decide to go to a down town 24 hr pub as it is only a five minute walk. The cold breeze makes our cheeks red and our noses run as we walk – stiff with cold- to the pub.
We eventually arrive at the small bar, at this point shivering with cold. The pub is old fashioned and vaguely smells of liquor. The rules of the bar is you have to buy something to stay, so we buy a portion of chunky chips between the three of us. We sit in the far corner, waiting for our chips. To be completely honest, I am starving and pretty glad we were forced to order something. When the chips come, we sit in silence watching the news and finally warming up. The news is disturbing as it shows pictures of a girl that committed suicide.
'The girl was seventeen and had called a hotline for help minutes before the event. The person at the end of the call, says that the girl named Lily had talked about an abusive step farther. Before sadly, driving into the step father's house resulting in the house and her burning up in flames.'
Irene next to me to me is shaking with uneasiness and her face has drained all colour. She keeps mumbling words under her breath, and it soon becomes clear she is having a panic attack.
"Could you turn the TV up please," I plead before the owner generously turns it up.
All our attention is focused on the TV, as Irene slowly sobs, her head banging against the table. Natasha, sat next to Irene, sooths her until Irene calms down a smudge. I continue listening to the women ion the TV:
'Other victims of her step dad, have come forward and he is being put into prison for at least 10 years. He has abused over several woman in ways tha-
The owner thankfully turns the TV off, as Irene looks up tears streaming from her eyes. A pang of sympathy crashes down on me, as I try to comfort her. Let me tell you, the chips turned ice cold and uneaten. The chips were the least of our problem as Irene struggled out the words why she was so upset for the girl that had ended her life.
Irene: It is all my fault. Stupid old Irene. I am so ignorant… so useless. I am so pathetic. No wonder I had the same thoughts of Lily. No wonder, no one cares about me until yesterday. The time reads 2:36, as I choke on panic. Thoughts of my past comes to haunt me, as Natasha and Daniel try to soothe me. Why didn't I see that she was hurt? There was so many clues that she was like myself ten years ago, I hate myself. All I did was question her on why she broke up Natasha and Daniel. All I did was worry for her, I should have comforted her. But I didn't… and old Irene comes out to laugh at me. My self-worth decrease as I sob away the truth. That was me ten years ago, why didn't I help her? Why didn't I save her life, like Natasha saved mine…..
I bang my head against the wooden table, until Natasha stops me and pulls me gently up. She strokes my hair as I struggle to pronounce words. I mumble out the story, my past, Lily as the night fades to light. I used to be naïve and not understand death now death lurks around me. I cry until my eyes grow heavy and for a spilt second, I wish death upon myself. Until, I remind myself that it was Lily's choice and no matter how much I cried I had to cry on living. I needed a fresh start and here it was with my friends, Natasha and Daniel. I am going to get a new job away from airplanes and death….. I needed this and Lily had really shown me how much life was worth.
A/N: sorry the chapter is short, I have been super busy and really want to keep to my schedule of uploading every Wednesday and Sunday.