Three heartbeats

I open my eyes and have to close them again, blinded by the light coming in through the window. I reach out and grieve when I find the empty half of the bed. I don't smell coffee and I don't hear the rattling of dishes in the kitchen when he's trying to prepare the little one. I hate when I wake up like this without him. I get out of bed and go to the window. I'll see him tomorrow because he's coming home. He felt my left hand and felt the small object in its place. This little object, so important to me, is the material proof of our love.

I look around the apartment and realize that after two years it's not much changed. The same white furniture, the same paintings and drawings hanging on the walls.

I want to move away from the window but when I take a step I get stuck. I feel in my chest, my heart, increases the power of the beats but shortens their duration. I close my eyes and count. One. Two three ! Not ! NOT ! Three heartbeats, the thrill of horror overwhelms me because only I know what these beats mean because I felt them when I was 5 years old and my neighbors' house caught fire. When at the age of 8 Mr. Albert, the math teacher had a heart attack and died there in class, and I felt them once again at the age of 12 when my mother died. Now I knew that these beatings foreshadowed something that would ruin my life. I know that . The sound of the phone when it starts ringing makes me startle. I don't even need to answer to know what I'm going to be told. I know the only thing that could ruin my life. To leave me without a purpose, with nothing to live for. I approach the phone and my hand shakes as I slide it to answer, fear runs through me as I speak:

-Hello?

-Meredith, I ... I'm sorry ...

The following words are like a dagger in my heart, no, it's even worse than that, I feel my soul die. I drop the broken phone, I don't even care. I fall to the floor in the middle of the room and hold my head in my hands. My eyes blur and the air doesn't want to enter my lungs. But I don't need air anymore, because I'm dead now. I would tell you the reason for my death, but it's still too early, before you have to know my life, to know me. So let's get started ... All I knew was that I was extremely happy. I had the chance to start a new life and I was going to start it with my best friend, Sky. I basically knew Sky before I knew what my girlfriend's word meant, and she was my best friend. He always supported and helped me, especially in the years following my mother's death. Years that I don't really want to remember because today, today, I'm starting a new life. In a new city, in a new school, with no past. Without my father and without anything to bring me suffering. The only thing I'm not comfortable with is leaving my younger brother, West, alone at home. I mean, Dad, but that's not who knows what. I think better alone than with him. But I still can't take West, I have to wait another six months for him to turn 18, and then I'll bring him here. Anything to get him out of there. Don't get me wrong. Dad loves me and West, or well, he loved us before. Before my mother died. We were all affected, that is, I was 12 years old and West 10, we tried to get over it and move on, but my father never did that, not even 8 years after my mother's death. I think he loved her so much that when she died he somehow took his soul with him. So being left without a mother and a father in such a short time and at such a young age was very difficult for us, especially since we had to raise West alone, because the only option was the orphanage. I wasn't going to get there. So, I come up with ideas, and to see them flush it out, it's really fun. With the money left by my mother and some state aid, we could handle it. The only good thing that happened to me in the last 8 years was when I was called to the bank on the day I turned 18 and I was told that I had an account with a few tens of thousands of dollars, money I have no idea. I used to have . It was an account opened by my grandparents before he died. Money for college, West had one, but he can only access it from the age of 18, just like me. And so with that money I was able to leave my miserable city and come here to start a new life. West also had one, but he can only access it from the age of 18, just like me. And so with that money I was able to leave my miserable city and come here to start a new life. West also had one, but he can only access it from the age of 18, just like me. And so with that money I was able to leave my miserable city and come here to start a new life.

- Hey, Mer! Are you careful?

Sky makes me wake up dreaming and get back on my feet.

-Sorry. I was thinking of something.

"Didn't we discuss not thinking about the past?"

I nod and she sighs in exasperation.

-Anyway . Does not matter. Because today we start our new life. He says and claps his hands.

Sky is the most optimistic person I know, but he's not a morning person at all. It took me 15 minutes to get her out of bed this morning so we wouldn't be late for our first day at our new school.

-I've arrived ! She says excitedly as I park the car.

We both look at the imposing building in front of us.

-Are you ready ? He asks me

-Yes!

-Then let's go!

That being said, we unfasten our belts, get out of the car, and take our first steps toward our new school and our new life. The building was large. Much bigger than it looked on the outside, if that were possible. I was careful to keep my mouth shut so as not to be gaping when I stared at everything around me. Sky, she looked as captivating as I did as we walked down the halls. A lump formed in my throat when I realized I was going to get lost here. It will be impossible for me to find the classes on time. After we went to the secretary's office, and Sky and I took our schedule, we hugged and said goodbye to each other and went to her calsa. I didn't have a common class because she wanted to specialize in environmental protection and I had no idea what I wanted so I took several classes at random so far. I was never a very determined person and I was definitely not one of those people who knew what I wanted to be in life. I was still undecided. The first class was math and I could hardly find the class. Guided by a few older and benevolent students. I walked in a few seconds before the teacher came in and sat down behind the class. What you need to know about me is that I wasn't much of a model student when it came to learning. Sky was the one who learned the most. However, she was also the one who made the most mistakes. We were so different that sometimes I wondered why we were friends. While I preferred to read something or have a meal on a Friday night, she wanted to go out. She was determined, I was undecided. She was in control, I was the opposite. I chose chocolate, she chose vanilla. We were essentially different both morally and physically where we were totally different. She was a petite redhead with green eyes, sexy shapes and full lips. When I was tall, blonde and with blue eyes. She wasn't even that cute Barbie-style blonde, but rather a little lighter. After all, she was the beautiful one and I was her friend.

The math class passed quickly and somehow I managed to get to the rest of the subjects in time. The last hour was sports and I was in the locker room, changing. My bustier was a bit tight, I didn't have time to buy another one and I was always complexed by my huge breasts. I've always had a bigger size than the rest of my colleagues.

The sports teacher took us out on the field to run, right next to the high school football team that was training on the field next to us. We did a few laps as the teacher told us. I finished before the majority and retreated to the edge to do some breathing exercises. I raised my head, my hands on my hips breathing jerkily. I heard a:

- Attention!

And I went back to see what it was about, but I couldn't see anything because something hit me in the head. All I saw was a blurry picture of those coming towards me and the dull pain as I touched the asphalt and then everything darkened.

The light came into my eyes and it was hard for me to open them. My head hurt where I was hit by that ball but I felt like I was floating. That's when I realized I wasn't sitting on anything, so I opened my eyes. The first thing I saw was a boy's cheek and then he turned his head towards me and I discovered some shocking blue eyes. His lips curled into a smile and the prettiest dimples on his cheeks appeared. If I died and went to heaven then it was worth not to break the Ten Commandments.

"Hey," he told me in a loud yet firm and so masculine voice,

"Hey." What happened? I asked

- You fainted after being hit in the head by a ball.

So at least I didn't go down without explaining myself first.

-Where are we going?

-I'm taking you to the infirmary.

- You don't have to carry me in your arms, I can walk too.

I say and I want to get out of his arms, he grabs me better and says,

"I don't mind taking you." Besides, I'm the one who hit you, so I have to make sure you're okay.

He smiles at me and my pulse quickens and I argue to myself. Why can't I have a good time with a nice time, not have to be hit by a ball before?

We go to school and go to the infirmary. There a nurse shows him where to put me and then when he lay me on the bed, as soon as his hands did not touch me I felt a deep disappointment. The nurse consulted me and he sat on the other side of the room all the time and looked at me.

-Well, it looks like you're not showing any contusions. If you have a headache or nausea, let me know. Now you can go.

I thanked the nurse and left the office. We stopped in the middle of the hall.

-So it looks like you're going to survive. He tells me with a smile, I smile at him too. On the other side, someone is waving at him.

-Well, see you later.

-Sure.

But by the time he heard it, he was gone. I text Sky to see you in the car and head to the parking lot.