brave new girl. (![]() ![]() @ 2011-07-25 05:42:00 |
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It felt like all she had done was cry. Evie was a crier anyway, she cried when she was happy, she cried when she was sad, she couldn’t help it. She was an emotional girl at the best of times and since she had heard about Krysta, that was all she had done. It felt like part of her heart had been ripped from her chest. Evie mourned her best friend, for everything that they never got the chance to do that they wanted to and the fact that she would never sit in her room again and see Krysta bounce in with the expression that screamed ‘GUESS WHAT’. There would never be any more late night pizza parties with Robin while they watched movies and giggled or giggling at gifs on Tumblrsphere.
Evie had read over the last text messages that she and Krysta had shared, the last words that they had shared on the school’s network. It made her smile and it made her sad at the same time. She was so glad that she had her wonderful best friend for those few short months.
Evie knew what she wanted for herself to remember Krysta with. The idea was so obvious and she knew Krysta would have loved if it she was still with them. She had gone to the store to buy the supplies without telling anyone. She had avoided the press, she wasn’t talking to them and she hadn’t showered either, this was much more important.
She knew what she wanted to do but there was one small problem. She stood in the hallway of Victory and stared at the door they’d shared. Their names were both on it, including the board they’d put up so that people could leave messages. She took a deep breath and stared at the door as if she could summon her will to enter the room.
It shouldn’t have been that intimidating, it was just a door, but beyond the door were all of Krysta’s things. They would be left from when they’d run from their room early Sunday morning. Their blankets would still be on the floor from where they’d thrown them off, the chair that Evie had knocked over on their way out of the room would still be knocked over, and all of Krysta’s things would be just as they were. She would never be coming back for them.
Finally, after standing there for what felt like forever, she ran for the door. She opened it and quickly slammed it behind her. She leaned her head against it, already tearing up. She could almost feel Krysta in the room with her, it wasn’t almost fair that she wouldn’t be coming back.
Finally, she turned around. “You can do this,” she whispered to herself in Kriol. She glanced around the room, there were a few things that had changed, their food was gone, but she figured that the kids stuck in Vic during the siege had taken it. Everything else was the same though. Their blankets were on the floor, their computers were where they belonged, their collages were still on the walls. She felt like she was in a museum of their last moments together in this room.
She felt the tears run down her face as she looked at Krysta’s desk. She walked over to her laptop and flipped it open, quickly going through her music to find one of Krysta’s favorite playlists, it was full of peppy music and she turned it on and as loud as she would go before she sat down on the floor and started putting together scrapbooks of Krysta’s life, so she would never forget and neither would anyone else.
And Evie wasn’t leaving the room until they were finished.