The countdown

Part 2 - Another day guessing

-OCTAVIA'S POV-

13 years later

Waking up from a long nights sleep, I stretch my arms and push the covers off my now awake body. The baby blue blanket falling off the bed as I kick my feet about. I press the button on my speakers and The Killers start booming out of them. They are like my favourite band, my brother got me onto them. I'm 16, long brown hair down to my waist and one random group strand of hair a bright blue. Joe is 22 and is a doctor. He is like my best friend. Sounds sad but we have been close since I can remember. However he is never in a night anymore because of the night shift he does at the hospital. Well there not really night shifts, he mainly just goes at 5, stays till 12, unless something or someone holds him up. There was one where he stayed all night, it was a girl that harmed herself and he walked in while she was about to but managed to stop her. He always told me his stories, had to keep some things secret tho, like he never told me the names of the people apart from that one. Her name was Katie. Apparently she was really nice, just a little broken. But he was there to help whenever she needed him. He loves being around to help out whenever he can and I know I may be stupid and really selfish to think this but I wish he didn't go at night. I missed our movie nights that we spent hours just cuddle ruling under the blanket - blue of course - and eating ice cream.

Getting up I go to my bedroom and do my business. This is my daily routine, get up, wash, go down stairs, eat breakfast and then depending on the day, got to school. However there was a massive part that I missed out of that routine and I'm just getting to it now. Walking out of my bathroom attached to my bedroom I walked to my bed and sit right on the pillow. I stare up at my wall and watch as the numbers change. This was my personal countdown. Don't know what for. Built its my countdown. I always sat here for a couple of minutes watching the seconds go down until I heard a tap on the door. He always came to wake me up.

I took one last look at the numbers and fixing them into my mind before I knew he would step in.

366 Days, 8760 Hours, 525, 600 Minutes and 31,536,000 Seconds.

He walked in while I was still staring up at the countdown.

"Tay, you need to stop looking at it. Your just getting yourself worked up for no reason." He tutted coming towards me with a smirk on his face.

"That's ok for you to say, yours is already down to nothing and now just holds a date of when it stopped. What is that all about? Mine is like a year now, what does it mean?" I huffed getting up from the bed and walking to his outstretched arms. Although he annoyed me with him not saying anything about it, because apparently he wasn't allowed to tell me, I still loved him and his constant remarks when I come up with what the countdown could be for.

"Ok my first guess of the day, is it to do with when I well fly around the world" ok so maybe that was a random answer but seeing as I started guessing over 2 years ago I've just started making up complete and utter stupid ones. The first few were reasonable, till I find a best friend that will stay with me forever, till I am allowed to have my first car, till I'm allowed to get a job. They were all ok ones but no one never said if they were right or not and that just wasn't right.

"Tay, that's ridiculous and before you ask no I'm not going to say what happened when mine got down to zero." Yes ok I always asked him that question because then it would tell me what happened when mine went down to zero, but like every time he never told me.

As I went over to my bedside table, picking up the hairbrush and putting up in a pony tail, I looked in the mirror and smiled at him. He had dark brown hair and bright blue eyes. He was my favourite shirt he has, blue with dark blue specks.