Chapter 4: 16 to 3

I got home late that night. Had to finish school and still do my extra curricular activities like any normal teenager my age. Minus the Juniors most of them didn't do any clubs or sports. Most of them just skip. Pretty sure they're just depressed. Don't want to repeat that next year. Though I might because my performance in basketball is wavering. I need to keep working on all of my faults and keep trying to raise my PR but I have nothing but sports on my mind lately. My best friend is still gone. It's been 3 months. Three months since I was blamed for kidnapping. Three months since my classmates started teasing me and calling me a murderer. Three months since I've been happy. Three months of searching. Three months of repurposing. Three months of pain. Three months and only 6 years left till he is legally dead. Under the name Bell not Al. 16 years of pure potential put to waste. 16 years of struggle and triumph gone in the blink of an eye. In the drop of water. At the scream of a loved one. 16 years and three months gone for nothing. 

I don't believe in happy endings and now far from the mending of broken hearts. I'll wait for all of this to end and for it all to go back to normal. I'll wait. I can't wait to wake up so close. I only long for things to go back to times not quite as hard. What I'd give for just another hug from Al. For his voice and for his weird looking poofy always dyed hair. 

"I swear Al if you're out there and you're dead I'll kill you." I muttered to myself in my room. My eyes had flickered as I looked out my window, the deep blue sky and the stars flickering in front of my vision. The moon gawks at me from where I sit. Snickering at my sadness in the sky as I wait for it to stop watching the stars dance with each other.

I decided to get up and shower. To get my mind off everything. Looking at the mirror realising my hair dye was dying off. Running my fingers through my brown stained copper hair. My roots are a dark irish red. My eyes are not only grey but disturbed by myself as I look through my drawers. Only to find leftovers of the bleach and green dye we used for Al's hair months ago. I had bought extra bottles of each because he usually dyed his hair again after a couple weeks. My brown dye was out, but my hair is really thick and brittle. I don't know. Why? Should I just leave my hair? No, I'm just gonna shower.