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I seemed fine, laying there in a preppy uniform for the school my brother or well Dad I guess made me go to to fit in. Everything was only now seeming perfect, the only thing missing was KJ and the other paper girls.
My life was perfect, why was I thinking back to them? Why did I miss them so much? Fuck me I guess.
“Hey kiddo, how are you?” Dylan says, patting my head as he picks up from the preppy school I’d seemed okay with, the others following along and sitting beside me, me and Alice being okay, but me and his other daughter not doing the best, bickering the whole ride.
Yet, that wasn’t the thing that ruined the environment for me. It was the emptiness, the friends I was missing for no reason whatsoever. The last time I saw KJ she was in the restaurant ms trying to get me to come with her.
I didn’t say anything when I saw her, just looked between her and my new family, or well the closest thing to it.
Then, I woke up all it was was a dream. I was laying beside Kj and Erin in old Tiffanys’ room.
“Couldn’t sleep?” Kj whispers to me, noticing I was awake. I nod slightly not knowing if I wanted to talk to her “Sorry again about what happened, I didn’t mean to take away your family.” She says, sounding considerably sad as if she’d been thinking about it, her face being sort of noticeable in the darkness. The only light from anywhere was the hallway.
KJ looked just as sad as she sounded, more sad than I acted. It was an odd turnaround. I didn’t know how to feel but I was happy I guess. I would get back to them at some point in this war right? If I don’t fucking die of cancer first.
I probably wouldn’t though, this time war could be over soon and I’d be able to go back. I wonder if KJ also wanted to go back, I mean it didn’t seem that bad a time.
I noticed KJ was still stealing glances at me, which I do back until she noticed. She stopped, starting to pretend to sleep as I try to sleep.
I couldn’t though, all I could imagine was dying before I could get back and KJ’s sad look. Maybe she wishes she left me, although I don’t think she’d let me die if she wanted to put in that much effort.
Hopefully this decade is better.