☘ "Maybe sometimes being lost is the best thing that could happen to you, because then you have nothing to lose. But for just this once I don't mind losing."
Maureen is a girl who has been on streets all her life, her life has been hard enough unt...
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The nightmares began again and I had no idea why. The clock on my side stand read three in the morning and my palm was cold and sweaty. I wipe off my tears and sit up leaning on one hand. The surroundings were same, the lights were still on since the dark scared me. After Char died, darkness was haunting for some reason so I slept with lights on.
It has been three months since I last had a nightmare. I press my temples with my thumb and the middle finger trying to ease the sudden pain.
Standing up, my feet dragged me to my balcony. I was choking inside and needed fresh air. Even at this hour of the night, the city was blaring. Resting my hands on the railing I tried to count the stars in the sky. A ritual that Char and I followed when she wanted to calm me down. It was a task too useless and yet mind distracting.
And for some absurd reason when I looked at the stars and started counting them, the girl's laughter rang in my head.
She must have seen me somewhere. Even the thought made me chuckle. It was not always you go around being a superstar and people not recognizing you.
But what made me think that? She was not pretty or even neat. It was just her laugh that made me rethink about her. Charlotte's laughter was aching, she laughed for me even when she was dying, kept it together for the sake of his younger brother.
Was Magenta a nurse there? Helper or patient?
She can't be a patient. Most of the people in that medicinal torture zone were dying and no one dying can be that happy.
Jeremy, why do you give a shit?
Right, I don't give a shit.
I walk back in the room, my nose and fingertips cold and pulled out an album of me and Char. This was the last thing, last memory I had of my sister.
As I opened it after three months, a sharp pain hit my chest as my fingers curled around the front of my tee with a gasp. Seeing her smiling at me was painful and I wanted to pull her out of that photo album somehow but I can't. I felt so helpless that it was killing me from within.
And then it hit me as I stared at my smiling sister as to why I give a shit?
Magenta had the same smile, same dark chocolate brown eyes that almost seem black just like Charlotte did.
***
As soon as the clock struck six, I called up Ash.
His lethargic tone told me that he was still sleeping, "I need some information, Ash."
"Okay, and who is it?" He asked yawning unabashedly.
