As soon as my phone chimes, I leap out of my bed and open the text.
‘Be there in 20 x’
I fling my closet doors open and scan through the limited options. The one pair of non-black jeans sends first-date vibes so there are the bottoms. My eyes dart back and forth between the few blouses I have, yet none of them seem to work with the jeans... the brown sleeveless coat I have on the other hand? It matches perfectly. It's never been worn and what kind of occasion better than a first date to wear it? Add in a white singlet and that's my outfit sorted.
I head over to my dressing table where the little amount of makeup I own resides. My reflection in the mirror meets my eyes and it makes me smile. I'm not wearing black for the first time ever. For once, it actually looks like I'm going somewhere other than a funeral. Who even knew that I had clothes that weren't dark?
‘Just a little bit of foundation’, I tell myself.
It covers the red on my pale complexion and I smile fondly at myself. But the faint pink glow of my cheeks fades along with the red and my smile disappears.
‘Maybe a little bit of blush too.’
The pink returns as the brush tickles my skin. Once applied, I feel more satisfied... if it wasn't for the black lines that stand boldly from underneath my eyes.
‘A bit of concealer will fix that.’
And by the end of it, there I am sitting with a fully caked face of makeup... just like all of those hoes who lost their virginity on the first date.
Shit. Am I a hoe?! My eyes widen in the mirror. Surely not. "You are not a hoe," I tell myself out loud, "Raven Garcia is not a hoe and never will be."
Self-pep talks really do work.
I grin to myself and shove my phone in the back pocket of my jeans. Downstairs is pretty much empty, thankfully. Cam is at a friend's house for the night and mom and Phil are spending a nice together as fiancees. It's still pretty shocking to me. Big boy Phil grew a pair and proposed. Proposed. They're going to have a ceremony where they'll vow to be there for eachother for the rest of their lives and the rest of mom's life basically means the rest of Cam's life and the rest of my life.
It had been 3 days since you saw Harrison- you know.
You had gotten a call from the hospital the night of the shooting, and they said that he has a slight chance he'll survive.
But they called you this morning, and said he had died, at 11:37 last night.
Movies always made deaths tragic, but they characters always got over it so easily.
It's not easy.
Especially when the hospital told you about how he died.
They said that he must've had been havi mygn flash backs, or dreams of his life, and he would randomly say things from his life like, "give it back!" Or, "I LOVE icecream." Just random things.
You asked them what were his last words.
You regreting asking after they told you what he had said.
"Um-," the girl on the phone had said, "let me see."
There had been a long pause after that, but then she got back on.
"He said, 'what did I do wrong?'"
Your heart dropped, and you asked if you could call back later.
You put your back to a wall near by and slid down it.
Tom was in his room, probably watching a movie, trying to think about something else. Anything else.
You remembered when Harrison asked what he did wrong, and how you walked out on him.
The last thing he thought before he died was how he did something wrong and that he wasn't good enough.
You sat there for a while, then went to Toms room, and crawled onto his bed, slid into the blankets, and watched the movie with him.
He wrapped his arms around you, and you felt your stress melt away, just like with your anxiety.
You sunk down further into the bed, and wrapped your arms around his hips, touching his skin, with his shirt resting on your arms. But you still kept your eyes glued to the screen.
Tom had thrown up a few times the first and second day, because he couldn't bare thinking about, anything really.
You looked up at Tom, his had his glasses on.
He was wearing all sweats, and had messy hair.
You didn't think you could feel any love after dealing with this, but you couldn't NOT love him.
You thought of how you lost Harrison, and thought of how horrible it would be if you lost Tom too.
"Don't ever die." You said aloud.
Tom looked at you, paused the movie.
You both laid down.
"I won't, if you dont."
The end, I’m so sorry cuz it sucks but this was so boring to write so I wanted to end it as fast as possible... I wanna do a large and gooood one so give me ideas✨// also this is the worst story I’ve written in my life and i swear no more crappy endings like this one.