This is based on what really happened to me not so long ago. Everything
really happened. This is really personal to me so reviews are greatly
appricaited. Enjoy-Kiera
Yesterday
Chapter One Why he had to go, I don't know He wouldn't say I sense, somethings wrong Now I long, for yesterday
Call me crazy, but I've always had sort of a sixth sense about things, mostly with Claire and other times, mostly when things where all about to go horribly wrong. It wasn't much help when I needed it, then on New Years Eve. But my story doesn't begin, or even end of the cold , wet streets, although sometimes I find myself wishing I'd never gone back. It is, however, as good a place as any to start. I had left the house after Jeff had only given me a quick kiss when it turned midnight before rushing back to Claire. I had reasoned if I kept turning right I'd eventually walk in a circle and know where I was. But it had been half an hour, my hands had frozen into fists, I was soaked right through and so cold I would suffer from shivers for four days. I was scared, but I couldn't run as the attempt of snow had resulted in sludge and my boots had no grip. Of course I remember everything about that walk. That I wore my black and white top, my new black mini skirt and beige jacket. How I cried so hard and loud it echoed off the houses. How I fell more then once. That sixth sense had given me a feeling like lead in the pit of my stomach and I wasn't sure wheter my nausea was due to the images of Jeff and Claire, or the one too many beers. My hands where a bright pink, I could no longer feel them but I knew that my white gold engagment ring dug into me. Eventually I got a lift from a cab driver, I could see them all waiting for my through the glass in the front door. Their questions came in a jumble and I just barked:
"I'm fine!" before running to the bathroom to change.
They where waiting for me when I emerged, Jeff and Claire.
"Why did you run out like that?" he asked.
"To see the fireworks." I replied, not caring how much it sounded like the lie it was.
"I'm suppose to be your best friend and you never tell me anything!" Claire randomly shouted before storming into the living room with Jeff following, like a lap dog.
I went into the kitchen and once again, quiet unwillingly, burst into tears. I didn't even know someone had saw me until I felt Jeff's arms around me.
"What's wrong?" he asked. "I've been looking for you for half an hour. I was worried sick. You could of been raped or murdered."
"But I wasn't."
Later, in the times it got so bad I wished I was dead, I wished I had been, as bad as it sounds. I wish something would of happened that would of changed his mind.
"She's trying to take you away from me." I sobbed. "She likes you, she told Chris."
It sounded childish and it sounded pathetic, but I knew Claire.
"It doesn't matter. I love you."
That stuck in my mind, I'd heard him say it so many times and I loved it everytime he did. But that time, I remembered and later it haunted me. But that's not for now. ~*~*~*~
My name is Brody Keller. Jeff would remark how I was beautiful, I never believed him. How great it was to be able to tell his friends that his girlfriend was 'a size 10 with blonde hair and blue eyes'. I have five scars, six afterwards, each with an equally idiotic story attached as how I revieced them. I had known Claire for almost three years and I would love to have say she stuck by me through thick and thin, but Claire spectacually abandoned me during a brief stint of depression before I got my job. Claire sung in a rock band, they had been signed and where just penning their first single. Neverless, Claire was like my sister, I would of given my life for her. No matter how far apart we drifted I truly believed we'd make it up. Jeff, well, I can say that I loved him almost straight away. We'd only been together two weeks when he told me. He told Matt first and then me, later over the phone. He dropped it in half way through a sentance and I hadn't been completely sure I'd heard him. He made me feel like I was the most important thing in the world. Despite all the cliches I swore I'd never ahear to, I'd never felt like that with anyone. The way he'd put his arms around me or just suddenly kiss me, I loved him. Claire didn't like him at first, she thought his jokey comments crossed the line and she once remarked Jeff made her feel 'like shit'. I just wanted them to get along. But once again, there's more to my story, starting with a night I'll never forget, but also never remember.
really happened. This is really personal to me so reviews are greatly
appricaited. Enjoy-Kiera
Yesterday
Chapter One Why he had to go, I don't know He wouldn't say I sense, somethings wrong Now I long, for yesterday
Call me crazy, but I've always had sort of a sixth sense about things, mostly with Claire and other times, mostly when things where all about to go horribly wrong. It wasn't much help when I needed it, then on New Years Eve. But my story doesn't begin, or even end of the cold , wet streets, although sometimes I find myself wishing I'd never gone back. It is, however, as good a place as any to start. I had left the house after Jeff had only given me a quick kiss when it turned midnight before rushing back to Claire. I had reasoned if I kept turning right I'd eventually walk in a circle and know where I was. But it had been half an hour, my hands had frozen into fists, I was soaked right through and so cold I would suffer from shivers for four days. I was scared, but I couldn't run as the attempt of snow had resulted in sludge and my boots had no grip. Of course I remember everything about that walk. That I wore my black and white top, my new black mini skirt and beige jacket. How I cried so hard and loud it echoed off the houses. How I fell more then once. That sixth sense had given me a feeling like lead in the pit of my stomach and I wasn't sure wheter my nausea was due to the images of Jeff and Claire, or the one too many beers. My hands where a bright pink, I could no longer feel them but I knew that my white gold engagment ring dug into me. Eventually I got a lift from a cab driver, I could see them all waiting for my through the glass in the front door. Their questions came in a jumble and I just barked:
"I'm fine!" before running to the bathroom to change.
They where waiting for me when I emerged, Jeff and Claire.
"Why did you run out like that?" he asked.
"To see the fireworks." I replied, not caring how much it sounded like the lie it was.
"I'm suppose to be your best friend and you never tell me anything!" Claire randomly shouted before storming into the living room with Jeff following, like a lap dog.
I went into the kitchen and once again, quiet unwillingly, burst into tears. I didn't even know someone had saw me until I felt Jeff's arms around me.
"What's wrong?" he asked. "I've been looking for you for half an hour. I was worried sick. You could of been raped or murdered."
"But I wasn't."
Later, in the times it got so bad I wished I was dead, I wished I had been, as bad as it sounds. I wish something would of happened that would of changed his mind.
"She's trying to take you away from me." I sobbed. "She likes you, she told Chris."
It sounded childish and it sounded pathetic, but I knew Claire.
"It doesn't matter. I love you."
That stuck in my mind, I'd heard him say it so many times and I loved it everytime he did. But that time, I remembered and later it haunted me. But that's not for now. ~*~*~*~
My name is Brody Keller. Jeff would remark how I was beautiful, I never believed him. How great it was to be able to tell his friends that his girlfriend was 'a size 10 with blonde hair and blue eyes'. I have five scars, six afterwards, each with an equally idiotic story attached as how I revieced them. I had known Claire for almost three years and I would love to have say she stuck by me through thick and thin, but Claire spectacually abandoned me during a brief stint of depression before I got my job. Claire sung in a rock band, they had been signed and where just penning their first single. Neverless, Claire was like my sister, I would of given my life for her. No matter how far apart we drifted I truly believed we'd make it up. Jeff, well, I can say that I loved him almost straight away. We'd only been together two weeks when he told me. He told Matt first and then me, later over the phone. He dropped it in half way through a sentance and I hadn't been completely sure I'd heard him. He made me feel like I was the most important thing in the world. Despite all the cliches I swore I'd never ahear to, I'd never felt like that with anyone. The way he'd put his arms around me or just suddenly kiss me, I loved him. Claire didn't like him at first, she thought his jokey comments crossed the line and she once remarked Jeff made her feel 'like shit'. I just wanted them to get along. But once again, there's more to my story, starting with a night I'll never forget, but also never remember.