Chapter Two - Untitled

Chapter Two1

The party droned on and on. I danced with Franky, all the while our bodies slightly touching. My arms were loose around his neck and he slowly pressed his soft lips against mine with an electric intensity that surged through my body. Although we had been dating for 5 months, I had never felt my heart pulse like this for him before. It was amazing. No one else talked to me, but it didn't matter. As long as Franky held me close, everything was alright. 2

Around 6 in the morning, he offered to walk me home. The frosty air nipped at my cheeks as we sauntered through the dim, misty layout of trees to my yellow, ranch-style house. The orange blazing halo was just beginning to set foot across the sky. Franky wrapped his arm around my waist and held me up most of the way home. I was exhausted from the party. Whether it be from the dancing or the anger building up inside me, I did not know. 3

I hated it that everyone completely shut me out. Well, everyone except for Franky. He was my knight in shining armor. I would never leave him as long as I lived. Throughout our whole relationship as boyfriend and girlfriend, we had never once said those three words to each other. Although, I could feel it deep in my soul when he held me close, that I did love him. 4

When I was with him, nothing else in the world mattered. I didn't think about my alcoholic father, or my constantly absent mother, or even the people at school that glared at me and whispered hope-shattering gossip behind my back. He was my savior, my utopia. Before I met him, I had attempted suicide countless times. I couldn't take the pressure of being the lame, normal sister of the all-star athlete, that is my brother. He was in pretty much all the sports you could name off. Baseball, Basketball, Football, Swimming, Track. You name it, he held the record. And as comes with being so popular, he's done any drug you could name. 5

I'd been shy and timid when I started high school and that only got worse as the years passed. He became more and more popular and I became more and more pushed into the shadows. You'd think that since we were twins, we'd be equally great at everything, but the truth was, we were as different as the moon and the sun. He loved sports; I had a grudge against them. I was utterly, and embarrassingly uncoordinated. 6

Also I was against all the drugs that he did. He'd had many parties at our house that where drugs were present, but I never partook in those activities. I never voiced my opinions, just lightly told anyone that offered me, "no." That was another reason people shunned me. I wouldn't be "cool" and smoke the reefer. What a joke! I'm going to make something out of my life, and not sit on the couch in the basement of my mother's house until I'm forty like all the rest of those chumps. I hoped straight down the the center of my being that he would be somebody and not overdose on meth and.... I couldn't even bring myself to think about it. It was all too painful.7

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I awoke in my plush, queen size bed and stretched across it with a yawn. I rolled over to glance at the time on my navy blue alarm clock to find that it was ten o'clock p.m. Thank God it's Saturday.9

Suddenly, I remembered the party last night. Memories of costumes and loud music flickered through my mind. Franky! Oh my gosh!10

The last thing I remembered was being half-carried home in Franky's warm embrace. I faintly remembered seeing my house in the distance as I slugged along, then everything went blank. I must have fallen asleep... I was so tired.11

Beside the clock, I noticed a little folded up piece of paper. I slid it off my nightstand and started unfolding it as I sat up. Franky's fine print slithered across the page and a smile crept onto my face.12


Dearest Skye,13

I hope you sleep well. You looked so peaceful, that I didn't have the heart to wake you. Call me when you wake up! Sweetest dreams honey.14

Forever Yours,
Franky15

Tears arose in my eyes. Franky has such a way with words. I immediately began to look for my cell phone. I was still wearing my costume and I had stashed my phone in my bra last night. But I knew that it wasn't there. I was still tangled up in my sheets and comforter. I started feeling around for my phone, first under me, then blindly feeling around my bed. No such luck. 16

I crawled out of my bed and to my mahogany dresser to change. I found some of my warmest and most comfortable pajama bottoms and a light blue, long sleeved matching top and hurriedly slid them on. It was so cold in the room that my teeth were chattering.17

Then I began stripping all the blankets off my bed and shaking them wildly in the air. After I shook the comforter, I heard a thump on the floor and saw my phone lying on the carpet by my feet. I made my bed again and laid my phone on my thick, feather-filled pillow.18

I dragged myself over to my big bedroom window and pulled back the soft, pink curtains. Raindrops were racing down the glass as the wind pressed them on their journey.19

The sky was old and gray. Clouds rolled overhead, pulsing with the breeze. I pressed my hand upon the icy glass and gasp at the shock. The window held an aura of chill that seeped through my clothes and skin, chilling my bones.20

I wrapped my arms tightly around myself and walked back to my cozy bed. After picking up my phone, I dialed Franky's number. It rang three times and then his soothing voice spoke.21

"Hey baby! How are you feeling?"22

I smiled. "I'm feeling well rested. Thank you for the wonderful note, honey. I loved it!"23

"No problem. We were almost to your house and you passed out." I could hear a grin in his voice.24

"Yeah. I was really tired last night," I sighed. There was a long pause that followed. We just listened to each other's breathing for awhile.25

Finally, he spoke. "Baby? Is something wrong?" He asked.26

Oh darn it! I really needed to work on hiding my feelings better. But I had to say something.27

"I was just thinking: I don't know where I'd be without you. You picked me up off my feet and gave me something to look forward to. I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have you."28

I tried to hold back the tears, but my throat ached and I couldn't barricade it any longer. Tears streamed down my face as I watched the rain slant and disappear into the deep, green forest behind my house.