Chapter 4
I watched the kids at the park run and scream
in delight, until a little brown haired boy fell on the ground, his mother
hopped of the bench she was sitting on and held him in her arms telling him
everything would be alright, his tears falling freely, it made me remember when
I was his age, Naïve enough to believe that mommy could heal all wounds and
stop all hurt…but this kid probably had no idea what real pain was like. The memory started to deepen, when a short,
Burnett stopped and asked me if anyone was sitting next to me.
“Uhh, no,” I answered her simple question.
“Umm, kay, do you mind if I sit here then?”
She asked more politely than I’d have thought she would have.
“Sure.”
She
was pretty, her hair flowed just past her shoulders and she had dark blue eyes,
ones you didn’t easily forget. I had the
odd sense that someone was watching me, and by instinct I turned around to
look, and that’s when the Burnett look up at me.
“My name’s Casey,” the Burnett said suddenly,
holding out her hand to me.
“I’m Nick I said,” taking her hand in mine
and giving a short shake.
“Aren’t you a Backstreet Boy?,” she asked.
“Umm, yea I replied,” getting a little
uncomfortable.
“Oh, I’m so sorry about Brian, I- I know
ya’ll were close, he seemed like a really great guy, I really wish I could have met him.”
“Thanks I replied,” the tears tingled in the
corner of my eyes threatening to spill over.
“Are you a, umm, fan?” I asked, changing the
subject, to stop my tears from falling.
She blushed slightly, “A little, yea,” she
answered in a soft voice.
“Oh,” was all I could really say. “So, how old are you?”
“I’m 21” she answered. “How old are you?,” she asked right back.
“I thought you were a fan,” I teased.
“Oh, I am, I just like A.J that’s all,” she
shot right back.
I smirked and answered, “I just turned 20.”
She smiled, “So what are you planning on
doing after you guys you know quit being backstreet boys?,” she asked out of
the blue, breaking the awkward silence that filled the air.
“Not really sure, probably start my own
album, I’ve been wanting to but…” I
trailed off.
“Oh.
I’m in college, I want to be a pediatrician, I love kids,” She said,
obviously seeing my discomfort on the subject.
“That’s cool,” I said.
“Anyways I’m gonna head home, go make some
dinner,” she said, standing up.
“Umm, ok, it was nice meeting you,” I said standing up, and shaking her hand.
“Let me see you hand right fast,” she said.
I looked at her, confused, but did as I was
told.
I looked down at my hand, and on it in blue
pen was her name and number. She closed
her purse, and then…
“You can call me, if you ever need a friend,
you know? Just to talk sometime,” she answered my questioning eyes, quickly.
“I smiled at that, ok, I might do just that
sometime,” I said.
“Talk later,” she said, turning the other way
and walking back to her car, as if me being famous and saying I would call her
didn’t matter to her, it actually made me have some sort of comfort.
Suddenly, I felt the feeling that seemed to
linger in the air constantly, I looked all around me, and saw no one looking at
me, and then I looked into the sky, but saw nothing. That’s when I felt a heavy breeze swipe
across me, and it freak me completely out, it had been humid with not one
single blow of the wind all day, and I seemed to be the only one who felt it
just then.
I took off in a run to my car, but the gentle
breeze seemed to keep up with me, and in the gentle breeze it sounded like my
name was being softly said. I stopped
running, out of breath, sweaty, and scared crapless at this point. What?,
I suddenly yelled, I was scared and wanted to know why I was the only
one who felt a gentle breeze, that knew how to say my name at that! But there was no answer and the breeze had
stopped, and the people who had turned around to stare at me, after my sudden
outburst started muttering about me. I
walked by two old women who were talking, and heard one say “ poor boy, he just
lost his best friend, I think he might be going crazy, not knowing what to do
with himself!”. I stormed off to my car,
not bothering to look back.
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