caught in the moment
The teacher's voice was so distant, I couldn't even find my way back to it. My
eyes wandered off to the empty space. I shifted in my seat. Chloe sat next to me. Her
head resting on the table, in a deep sleep. Lana sat up at the front. God, History was
beyond boring.
My thoughts shifted quickly to the word "history". God, I hated whenever this
happened. I couldn't go a fucking minute without thinking about her. I raised my hand, and
asked to go to the washroom.
In the bathroom, as I washed my hands, I looked into the mirror. Something behind
me caught my eye. It was her. No...it wasn't. Another stupid hallucination. I sighed
heavily. I missed her. It had been 17 days since that day. That horrible day when I lost
her.
THE MONDAY
My head rested on Chloe's shoulder. It was five pm. The funeral service finished
about an hour ago. We sat on Mr. and Mrs. Famin's porch. Inside, the after-gathering went
on. The house was an eerie but crowded whisper.
"Clark?" Chloe said.
I looked up at her for the first time that day. She looked pretty tired, nice, but
incredibly tired. Her hair was still damp from the pouring rain that day. It stuck to her
forhead and neck. She wore a knee-length black dress with a rain jacket over it.
"You need to go home, and rest, Clark. You're tired. I'm telling you, you're going
to get sick...not that you've ever gotten sick before, but I think this time it's crucial."
"Yea, as soon as my parents are ready to leave, I'm going to get out of here." I
layed my head back on her shoulder. It was slighlty weird, because of my height. She was so
short and I had to bend over to rest on her shoulder.
"Clark?"
"Yea?"
"I know...I know that the timing is crummy...but you never told us what exactly
happened? I mean...people said that they saw Aisha get hit, but then the next second, she
was missing along with you. And then you guys reappeared out of nowhere."
I let out a sigh. I lifted my head back up. The last thing I wanted to do was
actually explain to Chloe what exactly had happened. I hadn't even made up a story or
something. Not even my parents knew. I didn't want to tell anyone. I couldn't. Something
was holding me back from telling.
"Listen, Chloe, I'm sorry. I know you mean well, but I don't think I wanna talk
about it to anyone. I'm really sorry. I'm only asking you one thing right now..."
"Anything, Clark"
"Just...be here. I can't explain this right now, but...I can't even describe to you
how much I need you right now to be here."
A sly smile formed at Chloe's lips. "Hey, you can always count on me. And beside
I ain't planning on letting you go anytime soon!"
I laughed. It felt good to laugh. The importance of my friends came to me. They
were always there. Sure, they didn't know, but still...it's nice to know that they're there
for you, when you're dealing with the human problems.
An hour passed by. Now the porch was lined up with Chloe, me, Lana, Whitney, and
Pete. We all sat in silence. We decided to sit in silence mostly 'cause none of us had
anything really important or significant to say at the moment. But then again, our
silence was significant enough.
A/N:
:D
"all of my life/i was in hiding/wishing there was someone like you/now that you're here/
now that i found you/i know you're the one to complete me" - "deliver me" by sarah brightman
The teacher's voice was so distant, I couldn't even find my way back to it. My
eyes wandered off to the empty space. I shifted in my seat. Chloe sat next to me. Her
head resting on the table, in a deep sleep. Lana sat up at the front. God, History was
beyond boring.
My thoughts shifted quickly to the word "history". God, I hated whenever this
happened. I couldn't go a fucking minute without thinking about her. I raised my hand, and
asked to go to the washroom.
In the bathroom, as I washed my hands, I looked into the mirror. Something behind
me caught my eye. It was her. No...it wasn't. Another stupid hallucination. I sighed
heavily. I missed her. It had been 17 days since that day. That horrible day when I lost
her.
THE MONDAY
My head rested on Chloe's shoulder. It was five pm. The funeral service finished
about an hour ago. We sat on Mr. and Mrs. Famin's porch. Inside, the after-gathering went
on. The house was an eerie but crowded whisper.
"Clark?" Chloe said.
I looked up at her for the first time that day. She looked pretty tired, nice, but
incredibly tired. Her hair was still damp from the pouring rain that day. It stuck to her
forhead and neck. She wore a knee-length black dress with a rain jacket over it.
"You need to go home, and rest, Clark. You're tired. I'm telling you, you're going
to get sick...not that you've ever gotten sick before, but I think this time it's crucial."
"Yea, as soon as my parents are ready to leave, I'm going to get out of here." I
layed my head back on her shoulder. It was slighlty weird, because of my height. She was so
short and I had to bend over to rest on her shoulder.
"Clark?"
"Yea?"
"I know...I know that the timing is crummy...but you never told us what exactly
happened? I mean...people said that they saw Aisha get hit, but then the next second, she
was missing along with you. And then you guys reappeared out of nowhere."
I let out a sigh. I lifted my head back up. The last thing I wanted to do was
actually explain to Chloe what exactly had happened. I hadn't even made up a story or
something. Not even my parents knew. I didn't want to tell anyone. I couldn't. Something
was holding me back from telling.
"Listen, Chloe, I'm sorry. I know you mean well, but I don't think I wanna talk
about it to anyone. I'm really sorry. I'm only asking you one thing right now..."
"Anything, Clark"
"Just...be here. I can't explain this right now, but...I can't even describe to you
how much I need you right now to be here."
A sly smile formed at Chloe's lips. "Hey, you can always count on me. And beside
I ain't planning on letting you go anytime soon!"
I laughed. It felt good to laugh. The importance of my friends came to me. They
were always there. Sure, they didn't know, but still...it's nice to know that they're there
for you, when you're dealing with the human problems.
An hour passed by. Now the porch was lined up with Chloe, me, Lana, Whitney, and
Pete. We all sat in silence. We decided to sit in silence mostly 'cause none of us had
anything really important or significant to say at the moment. But then again, our
silence was significant enough.
A/N:
:D
"all of my life/i was in hiding/wishing there was someone like you/now that you're here/
now that i found you/i know you're the one to complete me" - "deliver me" by sarah brightman