Catching My Breath

Aiden Sanders was the mysterious girl,the one who never showed emotion, and never let anyone in. She always blocked it all out, no one knew why, but she did. He did, he left her breathless and on the cold hard ground. Things changed for Aiden, life kept moving fast, and she never seemed able to Catch Her Breath through the whole entire mess, but what happens when that certain "him" comes back?


3. Chapter Two

Aiden's POV 

I keep running and running. I refuse to stop. I need to get away. I try not to focus too much on anything but the sound of my sneakers smacking against the pavement with each stride I take. I feel the wind whistling through my ears with my speed. I start to feel the pain in my stomach, and throughout my sides but I cant stop.

Things start to get blurry and I know I need to stop, but somehow know that I can't. There was so many reasons why I couldn't go back now. I mean he was there, in the flesh, and he seemed to act like nothing happened. Like he didn't hurt me beyond repair. He acted like everything was fine and perfect in the world. Which they weren't, and the feelings slowly crept back to crush me.

I quickly shut them off. I wouldn't satisfy anyone further with me hurt than I already did today. Yeah running away was weak, but it wasn't as weak as crying in front of them. I would never do that. The run kept from that, and I was taken away from reality for a short period of time.

I really needed to take a rest before I even made an attempt back to my house. I sit down on the side of the road, not exactly sure where I was. I knew I was somewhere just outside Wolverhampton, but I couldn't be sure. Fantastic, now I'm lost and have no way home.

I sigh and put my head in my hands. I sit there for a few seconds to catch my breath. Suddenly I'm startled by the loud ringtone of my craptastic phone. I pull it out of my jean pocket and flip it open, too lazy to even see who it is.

"Hello?" I answer in a terse voice. "Aiden?! Aiden! Where are you! You've been gone for hours!" I hear my dad yell from the other line. I pull the phone away from my face, and flinch at his volume. "Dad, calm down. I'm fine," I answer like he actually cared. I hear him sigh a little in relief, "Well, where are you? Where did you take off to?" He asked hurriedly. I roll my eyes, "Im not exactly sure. Somewhere just outside of town," I answer watching a car zoom passed me. "I'm coming to get you! Don't move!" He more yelled, than said to me. I just hung up, there was nothing more for me to say to him.

I waited for what seemed like forever. I tried to keep my thoughts and feelings from coming through. I sang softly to myself and kept my eyes on the cars as they passed. Time seemed to just go slower and slower. Thoughts became harder and harder to push away. I was just on the verge of a breakdown, when my father finally pulled up.

I force myself off the ground and walk around to get into the passenger side. I open the door and slam it behind me. "Hey, easy with the door, this car is already junk," my dad lightly scolded me. I'd make sure to slam it on the way out. 

"Why would you just leave like that?" My dad yelled at me. I sighed and looked out the window, choosing to just ignore him. It saved me from argument. Minutes ticked by and the silence grew thicker. My dad made small sounds as if he was going to say something, but then he's stop. Most likely unsure of what to say to me.

Unfortunately, like all good awkward silences, they must end. My dad parked the car in the driveway and made no attempt to get out of the car, so I followed suit and stayed put. "You know just because your mum left doesn't mean you have to completely ignore everyone who had anything to do with her," my father said gently, trying to get me to make eye contact. 

I choose to keep ignoring knowing I will snap as soon as I try to speak. My father keeps staring at me though, waiting for an answer. "Aiden, please stop ignoring me," my father pleaded half-heartedly. I couldn't, he never cares about me any other time, he didn't et the privilege now.

I simply opened my door and got out, making sure to slam the door again. I slowly made my way to the front door, up until now I hadn't even thought of him being in there still..the thought almost kills me on the spot, so I just stop thinking and walk up to the door.

I drag my feet up the walk as if they weight a though they weigh thousands of pounds. I reach the door and slowly grab the handle..I don't want to go in. I don't want to face him. But I can't seem weak yet again today...

So, I decide to just do it quickly like ripping off a band aid. I walked quickly up the walk and burst in the door, practically running up to my room. I didn't hesitate to slam the door and blast Ed Sheeran. I smiled a little bit and let the lyrics sink in and take it all away.

I changed into more comfortable clothes and sank down into my bed. Most people would let the event of the day go one replay in their head..I don't. I let the days pass without thinking twice about them. It's just easier that way.

My eyes start to droop and my mind gets hazy. My eyes flutter shut and my ears focus on the music..

It's too cold outside for angels to fly, the angel will die covered in white..

The song ends along with my will to stay awake. I fall into a surprisingly peaceful sleep with out a thought on my mind.

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