HER

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟺𝟸

♪Cᴀɴᴄᴇʀ ʙʏ Tᴡᴇɴᴛʏ Oɴᴇ Pɪʟᴏᴛs♪

                                      Rᴏxʏ

You'd think that when you reach a certain age things will start making sense. Then you realize that you're just as lost as you were before.

I was flustered and angry. Angry at the world, angry at myself, mostly at myself.

I wished that I didn't have to care. But it didn't really matter because in the end it would hurt just the same.

After I had spent most of the morning sitting by myself at the shore, I headed back to the apartment to check up on Troy and Lucy. But when I had arrived they had already left.

I read the note that Troy had left on the kitchen counter and smiled.

𝙇𝙪𝙘𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝘾𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙡 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙠. 𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣.
𝙄 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗔𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

Then the smile faded and reality struck me again. Suddenly I felt this urge of rage and my face got all hot. I felt so helpless and scared at the same time. I just felt more and more frustrated by the second and started breathing heavily, without thinking I threw everything from the counters, breaking glass bowls and cups, glass bottles shattered over the kitchen floor and utensils dropped loudly to the ground. Then I became weak and collapsed to the floor, curling myself into a ball. My body started shaking and the tears came flowing from my tired eyes "I don't wanna die!" I screamed through the sobs.

"I don't wanna die." I repeated, holding myself tightly.

➪

In order to have received the radiotherapy I needed money. Lots of it. I didn't want to burden Troy, he had already done so much for me. So I considered boxing again. That meant paying old coach a visit.

I took the first step towards the front door of the vintage trailer and knocked. After a minute or so he finally opened the door, looked me up and down and huffed agitatedly. "Well if it isn't the... I don't even know what to think about you anymore. The great disappointment? The great tragedy?" He spoke in a dull and bored tone. He looked older and sad, less grumpier than I remembered him to always be.

I decided to take a better approach. "I'm sorry about what I did and I-I was.. I was hoping you'd forgive me." I apologized sincerely.

He furrowed his eyebrows and squirmed his eyes slightly at me, then stepped aside for me to enter his trailer.

It was mostly bare, except for a shelf that stood in the back corner, on each rack was a belt that we had won from a big fight. We had won three, we would have won another if I hadn't backed out on the tournament but I did therefore the fourth rack remained empty.

"Have a seat." He told me, sitting down onto a wooden chair, which happened to be the only seating place.

I looked around then sat down on the little white rug which was placed in the center. "Uh... so this trailer--"

"It's my home." He interrupted me from finishing then exhaled sharply. "My family's too ashamed of me! Beatrice won't even let the kids talk to me! She kicked me out and now here I am staying in the backyard in a trailer. And this is all your fault." He explained dramatically, making me feel bad.

Suddenly the door opened and in peeked one of his daughters, about 10 years old of age, beautiful blue eyes with freckles splattered on her cheeks and little nose. "Uh.. mom said to tell you that supper is ready." She informed him, her eyes glued on me. I swung my head back at him, raising my eyebrows at him. He gulped then smiled awkwardly.