I am the words: Falling apart

Chapter 11:

we might as well be strangers

We might as well be strangers in another town
We might as well be living in a another time
We might as well
We might as well
We might as well be strangers
Be strangers

He came to a stop upon reached the towns edge. Placing his head between his legs, attempting to regain the oxygen flow to his lungs. Setting back up he clasped his sides and walked around . As Phil Looked up at the diluted rays of sunlight coming from behind a mess of clouds, he lowered himself to the curb releasing a long overdue sigh. At least it's stopped raining his temples he began to take in the surroundings. Although he had never been this far he could tell he was still in Pickford. It looked much like the rest of the small town, green and surrounded by trees.

A stabbing pain aroused from his chest. He rubbed the place where his heart was suppose to be, but knew it wasn't there anymore. She had taken it, and by the looks of things he wasn't ever going to get it back. Phil once again moved to the fetal position, running his hands through his wet hair. What was he going to do now. He silently cursed himself for not listening to the voice in the first place. It had been right. He should have just let her be, but know he had to do the "Phil" thing in get involved with her. Stupid, stupid, stupid. When am i ever going to learn. Sighing he returned to his feet. He had been through 16 years of his life, and finally found out that life sucks. It's true you try and try and try again, but in the end you always seem to fail. Your running towards the mesmerizing light at the end of the tunnel, but when you get there you end up 6 feet under. That light was just the headlight of an18-wheeler waiting to crush you and your pathetic little dreams. Phil hung his head low and played soccer with the loose gravel on his long journey home. It had been an exhausting, heartbreaking day, and he needed some rest.

He was greeted by his fathers warm smile as he fell through the front door, but Phil wasn't in the mood for a chat. So he just shrugged it off and headed up the stairs to his room. Unsurprisingly enough he fell asleep the moment his head crashed into the pillow.

It was Monday morning, but Phil didn't feel like going to school. The look on his fathers face when he reached the foot of the stairs told him that he understood. Phil examined his father's grease stained fingers, and smudged face. He appeared to be cleaning some mechanical part. Lloyd noticed the perplexed look on Phil's face and nodded out towards the "RV"in the driveway. Of course that makes perfect sense fix it, fix us. Phil walked over the the sink and grabbed the rag hanging from the spout. The two sat across from each other working diligently on each part until the sun began to fade once again from the sky.

The next day Phil still felt no desire to return to school. So he pertain his usual spot across from his father working in silence. Last night Phil came to the conclusion that fixing the time machine was probably best. They could avoid the accident, and return to the future. As far as Keely would be concerned Phil Diffy never existed , but sadly he would have to live with her elusive presence until he reached his end.

A/n: yeah I know i would hardly call this a chapter but with school and extra curricular activities i have like NO time. Is it my own fault? Yeah it is but hey a girl has to have a life... oh anyway about the story. It doesn't say much i promise we'll get past thoughts and feelings soon. The quote about the truck thing is not how i view life. Just something i thought up. This weeks song is by Keane title of the chapter title of the song. Um next weeks chapter is entitled She Doesn't Get it... song by the format... um. This thing is about to become longer than the chapter itself Ergo here is where i Close. Thanks for reading. Review if you would like. I encourage you go towards the light at the end of the tunnel, and the last thing is Elusive is an awesome word.