Perfect Being Overrated

A/N: urgh. so mad i couldnt have made it longer before i got so close to the end haha but yeah... i'll be starting on Florences side of the story tomorrow... a whole new style of writin that i usually do... haha not too different but not the same as this... but yeah. i hope you guys liked and watch out of for the next book Perfect... that may or may not be the name but you'll not because Florence will be the cover hah abut yeah thanks for reading . 

     I walk back up to Florence’s house after having no charges made and there’s no life around. My car is gone. I advance to since more life and the door to the house flings open. Florence’s half-brother walks out holding his keys in one hand and a box in the other. His face flushed. Rosy cheeks. Puffy eyes. I stop him making him panic dropping the box. He quickly bends down to get it taking no note of me.

     “Where’s Florence?” I ask him. He looks up to me allowing one tear to roll down his pink cheeks and he wipes it away running his fingers through his hair.

     “Why do you need to know?” he asks. Shaking trying to stand to me. He was a year younger than me and extremely skinny. I step forward making him jump back. He runs his fingers through his hair as I bend down to refill the box. “She’s gone.” I look up to him dropping everything.

     “Gone where?” I ask again. Inching in a foot closer.

     “She’s gone.” He says with pain in his voice. “She’s dead.” He says softer.

     “No she isn’t.” I stop him turning toward the house. She must be inside. I run to the front door balling my fist up. I bang on it as hard as I can.

     “Florence!” I yell as loud as my lungs will allow me. “Florence!” I yell again a ball forming in my throat. I drop to my knees as my emotions pour out. “She can’t be dead.” I cry trying to convince myself. “Florence.” I whine bending forward to let my hands catch the fresh cut grass. I couldn’t stand this. I wanted to see her now. My rib cage felt like it was pulling in on all of my organs and my head wanted to bang itself into a cement wall. I wanted to drive off of a cliff and end my own life. I stand to my feet walking to the drive way then, I run. I run as fast as I can. Every feeling of fatigue is irrelevant. I don’t get tired. I don’t get tired until I enter the hospital where I pull myself up to her room. They had to pry me from the cold dark room until I fought my way to her locking myself away inside. I stop to see a fresh white cover lying on top of her thin body. I slowly pull it back to see her motionless face. Her cold skin. Leaning down to kiss her forehead softly. My tears dropping onto her skin. I can feel her though. Not the actual her but there is still a small trace of her floating around in the room. I turn to see the window on the other end of the room wide open rustling the curtains around. Beside it is her soft red hair floating with the curtains. She smiles at me blinking softly. I walk to her slowly wanting to grab her but all of the energy in my soul won’t allow me to.

     “I love you.” She says softly. “I read that page over and over again and I know that there is honestly nothing I can do to make you stay but I just want you to know that this isn’t the best place.” I wipe my face.

     “That’s why I’ll be there with you.” I tell her even softer walking out to see the view of the cold hard ground outside of the window. About 5 stories up in the air waving like a red flag. I catch a couple of eyes looking down to them. I step back out of the window thinking of my parents. They love me. I can’t just leave without a good bye. I pull my jacket off and pull my phone out calling my mom. Her soft voice answering.

     “Lindsey sweetie, I cooked dinner.” She says softly. A tear escapes my eyes as I walk back to the window. “I know things have been crazy since that thing between your father and I but, he’s going to be home for dinner.” She says bringing soul to her voice. I just couldn’t see a world without Florence. Or Tally. Or the old Gram.  Not even Claus. This would be the only way for all of this to end. I was the reason for everyone’s deaths. So sudden. If only I’d stayed away. They’d all be here smiling at how dumb I was being. “Hello? Lindsey.”

     “Mom, I love you.” I tell her stepping up. “I’m not coming home ever. Just, come down to the hospital so you can pick me up.” I tell her feeling the cold air slap my cheeks red.

     “What? You aren’t making any since.”

     “This isn’t your fault at all.” I tell her softer.

     “Baby, what’s going on you’re scaring me.”

     “Mom,” I say sniffling as I look back at Florence. “I can’t think of any other option. I can’t live in a world without her.” I tell her softer.

     “Lindsey!” she yells I can hear the panic in her voice. “I’m leaving now. You need to stop talking like that.”

     “You might want to hang up now.” I tell her. The room doors swing open and a hand tries to reach for mine just as I jump. Nearly creating my story all over again. The wind ripping at me as I tumble. I feel like a leaf. I answer that question for myself as I watch the cloud. “Would you rather fall forward or backwards.” And in my case its face up because when I’m face up I can see an image of Florence.