Fallen (Fallen 1)

In a softer voice she said, “We thought you were dead.”

“Well I’m not!” I said angrily. “I’m not a child. I can look after myself,” I added. I started to walk away.

“Where were you anyway?” she asked. I looked back at her.

“Just driving around. I needed to clear my head,” I said and it was mostly the truth. She just nodded.

I trudged up the ancient wood steps and to my room. I collapsed onto my bed. What was I going to do? I needed Jonathon back. I had never felt so hollow inside. Not when my family fell apart or when my mom nearly died. This emptiness was horrible.

I got up and walked over to the window Jonathon had jumped out of. I put my hand on the cold glass and leaned my forehead against it. I couldn’t help but feel that the weather was echoing my inner turmoil. Before I could stop them tears began to run silently down my cheeks.

“Jonathon, come back. Please come back. I’m sorry. So sorry. Please Jonathon, please come back,” I began to choke on my own words as I begged the roiling dark storm clouds. I knew Jonathon was gone and I didn’t know if when was going to come back or if was ever going to come back.

I stumbled back over to my bed and fell onto it. I wiped my tears on my hand which came away smeared black. How much longer could I possibly feel this miserable?

Chapter Twenty-Two: Life Goes On

November came and went and still there was no sign of Jonathon but I also hadn’t received any notes from Selena since Jonathon left. It was bitter-sweet.

I had to take every day one step at a time. It hadn’t gotten any easier and I didn’t expect it to. I couldn’t help but feel that Jonathon was never coming back; after all December was already half-way over.

The shrill sound of my cell phone ringing snapped me back to reality. I looked down at the caller ID and answered it.

“Hey Isaac.”

“How are you?”

“For the hundredth time Isaac I am fine. You don’t need to worry about me.”

“I know but you’re my best friend and I can see how upset you are without. . . You know.”

“I’m dealing just fine on my own,” I said rather harshly.

“I know that. But I know you’re hurt and I just want you to be happy.”

“Thanks for caring about me Isaac,” I said trying to make up for being rude.

“Why don’t you come see my band tonight?” He asked.

“I don’t know,” I replied.

“C’mon Kylie you haven’t gone anywhere since he left. He’ll be back soon enough. Although I think it is a very jerky thing to do leaving you here and not keeping in contact.”

I decided to ignore the end of his lecture. “I do go places,” I said rather defensively.

He laughed. “Ky going to school does not count as going places.”

“Fine I’ll go. Where are you playing?”

“How about I pick you up?”

“That’s fine,” I said trying to get him off the phone.

“Great I’ll pick you up at seven.”

“See you then,” I said and hung up the phone.

Ever since Jonathon left Isaac and I had become closer. He was constantly calling me, twice a day, to make sure I was okay.