Chapter 2
Why
Am
I
Now
Walking
This
World
On
My
Own?
I walked up to the window, where her desk was. It was still full of all her stuff and I couldn't help myself softly stroking them. Her fluffy birds pens, her hairbrush, her school work, her scripts from previous plays, and all of her general stuff. I opened her school book, it was her art book, and all her drawings were of happy people, who looked suspiciously like me and her boyfriend, Will. I was so jealous of my older self, the happy one, who was always smiling and happy. She was in her own little safe heavan, with Rose. The new me was like a summer, with no sun.
Sadly, I sat down and stared out of the window. Mums still in the shed. Fed up with our room, I opened the window and swung my legs out, so I was sitting on the window ledge. To the left, there's a wonderful oak tree. Swinging out smoothly, I reached out to it, then jumped onto the branch. Climbing down, I walked into the woods and towards the spring. Whilst I was walking, I imagined Rose was walking beside me and chatting. She was telling me about Wills favourite horse. He helps out at a local ranch and apparently, he's an amazing rider. When she was alive, she told me his favourite was a gypsy vanner mare, named Lady. I felt like seeing her, so I turned up the path, towards the ranch, with Rose chatting beside me. She was also doing little dances for me and making me laugh. It was so nice and I felt like she really was here, with me. I felt like she was all around me.