Chapter 4
The next day has me waking up with an headache. One so bad it almost surpasses the pain in my heart. The waft of fresh air coming in through the window tells me the sun is out but the chill of the rain still remains. My mind flashes back to last night. The pain is still fresh but I'm feeling the cold I've caught will be even fresher. I stare at the ceiling a while, the events of last night still playing afresh. I realise that I actually came back home with the wierd guys umbrella. Who was that freak?. Mocking a crying girl.
Was he actually mocking me though. He did leave his umbrella with me, then walked off Into the night, after rudely huffing, and leaving a crying girl all alone in the park. "Are you okay?" Scott asks me with a wierd look on his face. He's wearing a sleeves shirt and I can see the perfect complexion of his skin. He's younger than me but he's taken all the features I wish I had. Golden blonde hair like mum's, green eyes like dad's and all the other good things. Sometimes when I look at him long enough, I think I can actually see them, both of them, mixed up and beautiful in him. I simply look like my father. I only took mother's face and shape. "You're thinking of them aren't you?" He says sitting on my bed.
I wipe away the stray tear on my cheek. Thinking of them brings back memories, thier laughs, thier love, thier deaths. "It's okay" Scott says and I rub his leg. I don't know what I'd do without him.
"I have news" he says, mischevious twinkle in his eyes. "Good or bad" I ask and he smiles. "Both". I know this is his way of making me feel better, he doesn't want to blandly tell me" I told you so". "Lay it on me" I say resigned sigh escaping my lips. "Gabanna is dead" he says and I simply cannot understand the emotion that is coursing a through my beign. I think it's happiness though. Can a girl who just got dumped be happy over the death of a dog. Seems cruel don't you think. I look at Scott and I can see he's barely suppressing his laughter. "She's dead" I say shocked and he falls on the floor laughing uncontrollably. I try to keep my face neutral since even though I hated the dog, she was still part of the family. I can't though and the laughter that comes out next is surprising.
Scott is holding his stomach, but is still laughing like a maniac. It really is funny. My aunt got this Siberian husky a few years back after the death of my parents. At first we were so happy because she seemed so cute, then all of a sudden, Gabanna grew up into a mean ass bitch. She friggin pooped every where in my room once. She'd commit these atrocities and wait for you to come back, then glide out the door when she sees you like she didn't just do something horrible. She was a bitch.