Fake Your Death

LA.
My real home.
Oh how I’ve missed you. I dropped my suitcases by my side and took in everything.
“How do you feel?” Frank asked, dropping his suitcases next to mine as he pulled out his phone.
“I feel great,” I replied, looking start ahead to a little girl playing with a balloon. The cool breeze picked up making my hair blow over my face, “I’m glad I’m back.” My thoughts were soon interrupted by Frank saying our car was here.
“I just wish I wasn’t lying” I whispered to myself as I stepped into the car.

Passing all the roads only made me think of the first time I stepped foot in LA. The sudden rush of being somewhere new, where there are new people and places. I felt like a young child again. Oblivious to what was around the next corner. My thoughts then cascaded to when I first found out he was dead as we past a deep alleyway. The sudden downfall of everything I knew, all gone. How I had lost all emotion that I couldn’t even shed a tear. And how my body became stiff from all the pain. I snapped my head back to looking to the front of the car. I must have been daydreaming as the next thing I know, Frank is telling me I need to get out.

The house looked abandoned and unloved. There were no lights on or any loud music blasting down the street. Paint had started peeling off onto the brown grass that was sprouting up various weeds. I unwillingly walked towards the door, forgetting how tall it was. As I opened the door, a massive stench of rotting food blasted in my face.

“Mikey said he cleaned it” Frank muttered behind me. I ignored him and stepped in, tripping up my suitcases.
“Stupid cases” I screamed, pushing them to the floor.
“You okay Jade?” Frank said, putting his tattooed hand onto my shoulder.
“Of course I’m not fucking okay!” I screamed back, pushing his hand off my shoulder. I kicked my case and ran into the living room. I collapsed by the sofa and started crying the hardest I had in ages. My hand swung around looking for something to push. All my anger went when I heard the smashing of glass. I peaked over my arm to see a picture frame lying face forward. I reach out to get it but was beaten by Frank. He picked it up slowly before returning it to me.
“Here.” He bluntly said.
“Thanks.” I turned the frame over to find a picture of me and Gerard on a trip to Japan. I moved the broken glass before hugging the picture tightly. My mind went blur as I rocked myself back and forward. Gerard could be alive for all I know. I went through all the possible situations what could have happened if I didn’t run away that day. Maybe I would have gotten an explanation or we could be happy and disappear together. This is why I shouldn’t stop caring. My tiny little mind becomes a big ball of knotted ropes. I jumped at the sound of china cups hitting the table. Frank sat down on the sofa and handed me a cup of coffee. I looked at him before taking a sip, easing his worried self. He stroked my hair as I leaned down to lie on his feet.


*buzz*
*buzz*
*buzz*

I pulled myself out of bed and reached for my phone. Wait, how did I end up in bed? I asked myself before remembering the phone.
“Hello” I sleepily said, rubbing my eyes.
“HELP ME JADE. PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME. FIND ME. PLEASE!! I DON’T KNOW WHERE I AM!! SHIT, HE’S COMING. PLEASE!!” Tilly screamed down the phone. I jumped out of bed and ran to the spare room.
“TILLY!!!” I screamed back.

*beeeeeeeeeeeepppppp*

“Tilly, no” I whispered down the phone.

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