When she was here, every day was full of light and happiness. Her smile would light up the darkest of days, blue eyes sparkling bright, hair as yellow as the sun. There was never a point in time when I was unhappy when she was around.
Now, the skies are grey, dark and depressing. All happiness has disappeared...along with her. She's gone. She left. She never came back. She's lost. But I'm determined to find her. __________________________________
I look out my bedroom window, the dark sky staring back at me. Rain is pouring down from the clouds, pounding onto the rooftops and pavement. It's like this everyday, ever since she left. When she became lost.
It has been almost a year now. Everyday it rains, as if the skies are crying from the loss of her. My heart shatters every single morning I wake up without her in my arms. I feel lost...like her. I can barely remember the good times we use to share. There is, only one memory I'll always keep.
The sun shining bright in the sky, white fluffy clouds making shapes appear in the cerulean blue up above our heads. Her long blonde hair blowing in the light breeze, bright blue eyes sparkling in the daylight, her smile taking my breath away. A crown of light pink flowers rests atop her head, making her seem angelic. Her laugh is like music to my ears. She starts to run away from me, her giggling with every step she takes. "Come back!" I yell out, chuckling as I run after her petite body. Her laughing begins to fade away in the breeze. She's getting further and further away from me. I pick up my pace , but it's as if she is disappearing right in front of my eyes. "Come find me Liam!" She yells. And then, she's gone.
I sigh as sad tears roll down my cheeks. I can't even begin to explain how much time I run through that memory. The memory of the last day I ever saw her. I never saw her again.
I can feel the walls closing in. It's getting harder and harder to breathe. A pounding headache erupts in my head. I can feel the pull in my subconsciousness. The pull that would eventually bring me so far into the darkness, I wouldn't be able to come back. I've went through that depression before, right after she left.
Quickly, I shake my head, trying everything in my power to get rid of the feeling, get rid of the picture in my mind of the razor blade that awaits me in the drawer of my nightstand.
"No." I state to myself, my hands clenching themselves on the sides of my head, my fingers gripping my short locks.
"Not again. Never again." I let out a scream, finally breaking away from the dark thoughts and feelings that have been inside of me for the past year.
This all ends now. I've done everything I possibly can. That's not enough. I'm leaving. I'm going to find her.
I jump up out of bed, grabbing my phone off the nightstand. I quickly send out a group message to my four best friends.
To: Hazz, Nialler, Lou, Zayn 'Guys...it's time. We are going to America...'