I woke up behind my diary if that's what you want to call it. I did not want Ness to see it, so I grabbed it.
"where could I put it so it was hidden?" I pondered. "Oh, I know I can put it under the spare tire." I got out of the chair that belonged to a random stranger and walked outside. I paused, but I knew this was the perfect place to put it because who needs to change a tire? I can barely do it myself so it will stay hidden. I'll remember it is there.
After I put the letter to Death under the spare tire, I made my way back inside, where I pretended to sleep. it was nearly 8 am, and I'm assuming pretty soon that Ness would get up as she has since I met her. Normally, she gets up early and watches me. I know this because when I was "sleeping," she would watch over me. It felt like she was my guardian angel until it didn't. She got close up to my ear and screamed.
"wake up, Travis!" she shouted, clearly annoyed. I felt her thighs around my waist and leaning over my chest, and her body pressed against mine.
"it's too early!" I pretended to wake up and turned on my side in my chair.
"no, it's not" she leaned in, kissed my cheek, and cupped my face in her palms.
"Okay, that's it, now I'm awake!" I said as I pushed her off of me. My eyes widened, and I blinked a few times before looking her in her eyes.
Every day was a new day and a new adventure with Ness. My heart felt so filled with love because of her. As a child, I was neglected, and it affected me. As a college student, I made lots of mistakes. I did terrible things to my body by avoiding exercise and drinking in bars. When I first saw Ness, I fell in love immediately, love at first sight. At that moment, I took it as a sign that I needed to return to the right path again.
Imagine that one day changed your entire life; that's what happened to me. Ness was now the morphine that numbed the pain of my father not being here. I looked at her, longing to be with her as she had done for me—an urge to hold and cuddle her when she's sad or upset.
We barely had anything that needed to be packed as we lived out of abandoned houses, Ness's car, and the kindness of strangers. We got in the car and headed to a gas station. Hopefully, we would make it there since we were in the middle of nowhere and about 50 miles away.
"put your phone down. I don't want to die any earlier than the ticking clock of my terminal illness!" I exclaimed.
"I'm just putting on some tunes," she said to me while averting her eyes from the road.
I pulled the phone away and clicked on her playlist,
"who other than Taylor Swift is on your playlist?" I interrogated, with one eyebrow arched. I continued to scroll through the playlist, which mainly was Taylor Swift. "How cute!" I playfully teased her.
"Ugh, stop it. I'm sappy and emotional about music; Taylor Swift is my favorite!" she confided as she rolled her eyes. "what's your favorite song by her?" she questioned.
"I don't sing; I sound like a dying cat." I crossed my arms and looked at her.
"Tell me!" she demanded as she pulled to the side of the road
"Love story," I said annoyingly.
"aw, really?" she whispered in my ear after bringing me in for a tight hug.
"yes!" I slumped in the seat.
Suddenly, I heard the sound playing in the car's background, and I started to clear my throat. I began to sing terribly while looking at Ness in such admiration. She looked at me and said
"you are not a good singer!" in a high-pitched voice.
I continued to sing like a dying cat. After that, she started to laugh. She began to sing along with me, and the minute I heard her sing, I swore I heard an angel sing.
"wow, you're voice is amazing. You could be a singer" I was surprised, and at the same time not. To me, she was an angel as she had saved me. What did I expect?
"you're joking, right?" she exasperatedly said.
"no, you could be the next Taylor Swift or Beyonce." I grabbed her hands and held them.
"I'm not that good," she doubted herself. She anxiously grabbed a strand of hair and twirled it in her hands.
"Why don't you believe me?" I interrogated.
"you know, I want to tell you something" the mood went from gleeful to severe in a split second. We had only driven 10 miles, but she needed to talk. She put the car in park and put on her emergency lights.
"I wasn't raised properly; I had issues and was abandoned repeatedly," she told me straight-faced with no emotion.
"What kind of issues?" I questioned nosily. I wanted to know if she had gone through something that I could help with.
"I don't want to say, I am afraid you will look at me differently.
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