-7 days deceased-

Friday, it had been week since Chloe was killed.

Yes, killed. Not passed, not died, she was killed by a fucking idiot who didn't know how to drive a fucking car.

I was bunking off school again, I started doing that since the school started doing the memorial shit. I didn't want to reminded of Chloe every fucking minute of every day.

I wanted to forgot, I didn't want to talk about it.

Of course, the teachers had been treating me nicer then usual. Asking me if I was okay, not complaining if I don't do enough work, letting me leave the class first when the bell went.

I fucking hated it. They were treating me like I saw her killed right in front of me, like I'm fucked up and scared for life. If I had a pound for everyone someone asked me if I was okay, I could afford a car and drive away from my fucked up problems.

I kept telling myself, "I'm fine, I'm okay. There's nothing wrong with me."

Wasn't I?

I wasn't, that was the truth. It was like I was half there, I was alive but not living. I was breathing but not feeling. I was half dead, drifting through my life, hoping for it to end.

"Are you alright, dear?"

I snapped out of my dark thoughts and I suddenly remembered I was in the sweet shop. I looked at Miss Hunter, smiling sadly and mumbling, "Yeah, sorry. I'm just... elsewhere these days."

Miss Hunter gave me a sympathetic smile and mentioned, "You're telling me, dear. I'm not getting any younger unfortunately."

I couldn't help but chuckle at her little remark. Miss Hunter was a lovely old lady who I had known since I was a little girl. Well, one thing I should note, she didn't look lovely and she certainly didn't act old.

There's quite a funny story based on our meet up, I tried stealing sweets from her shop and she caught me before I could get away. But instead of shouting at me and telling me off, she invited to her small flat above the shop and gave me tea and biscuits.

That's when a small but lovely friendship evolved.

Ever since my mum decided to leave me and my dad for some other man, she became a sort of mother figure to me. I usually help her out when I can and pay her visit every week.

She was also the only person that hadn't kept asking me how I was or constantly talking about Chloe's death, she made me feel... normal.

Mrs Hunter asked, "Your usual, I believe?"

I said, "What? Oh yeah. Usual."

She muttered, "My god, you're ageing faster then me."

I laughed quietly and mumbled, "Whatever, grandma."

She quickly turned around and said sarcastically, "Oi, you be careful there. I may be old, but I certainly haven't lost my wit and sharpness."

I smiled and commented, "Of course not, you're the sharpest person I know."

She smiled and started getting my usual pack of sweets. As I messed around with my hands to keep my occupied, she asked, "Shouldn't you be at school, it's not lunch yet?"

I bit my lip, I responded, "I didn't feel like popping in. It does my head in."

She tutted and commented, "I don't blame you, dear. All that shit they teach you these day."

I scoffed and joked, "I don't think I have ever hear you swear before till now."

"Well, you're no longer 7 anymore. I don't see why a 15 year old can't hear a 68 year old say a bad word or two."

I chuckled and mumbled, "True."

She finally turned around and gave me the bag of sweets. As I go to get my money out, she quickly pointed her finger and said, "Free of charge for today."

I shook my head and assured her, "No, Mrs Hunter, it's fine. I don't mind paying."

She chuckled and said, "No, you save your money. No questions, no objections."

I sighed and mumbled, "Alright."

I knew why she was giving me it for free. I knew deep down she was extremely concerned about me. I couldn't blame her, she said she loved me like I was one of her own.

But I still couldn't stand the fact that she felt pity for me. Just like everyone else.

I took the bag of sweets and mumbled, "I'll see you soon, take care."

She shook her head and commented, "Now, don't you go saying that to me, you'll make me feel older then I am."

I smiled and started to walk towards the door. But she quickly stopped me exclaiming, "Sam!"

"Yeah?"

She sighed gently and advised, "I know you don't like people commenting on your wellbeing. But for me, your father and for you, please take care of yourself."

I nodded gently and mumbled, "I'll try."