Blog #9: The day started with a morning rush

The day started with a morning rush. I was balancing 12 tables and the bar while also noting being able to shake thing feeling that things were different. Nothing looked or sounded different but everything felt different. Everyone in the town seemed more content than they had been since Mr. Evans death. This all seemed strange given the events of the morning which no one seemed to be able to stop talking about. The death of Edgar Maitland, the reappearance of Ether, and how this all connected to Mr. Evans where all boring to me now. All I could think of were to possibilities I had. My art degree that I could start using, reconnecting with my parents, and the thought of seeing Marshall again were all I wanted to worry about. I was thinking of calling him, maybe asking him to lunch. I wasn't sure if he even wanted to talk to me.

Just as I closed out my last table ans bagn walkign towards the door I was confronted with a Familiar face. Marshall stared at me open mouthed.

“It’s been a while,” he finally murmured. “How have you been?”

“Good.” I said, not fully sure that this was real.

“Hey, I know we weren’t on the best note last time we talked, but I’d love to catch up!” I was a bit taken aback but I couldn't help but ask

“Do you mean, like a date?” I inquired

"No no no no, not yet," he paused for a moment, "Unless of course that's what you wanted?"

I gave him a look

“Just Lunch then.”

“That sounds good to me.” I smiled. He walked me to the curb and he told me he was meeting his dad and I could see the excitement on his face. After a few minutes someone pointed up to a silhouette up on the roof and I whipped around to look at it. I must have dropped my phone out of purse but the next thing i knew Marshall was laying on ground, blood gushing out of a head wound and his father was screaming for someone to call 911.

Six hours later he woke up for a few seconds, his dad quickly ran to his side and Lamar and I were not far behind. The doctor came to the room soon after but was too late. He had closed his eyes and fell back into a deep sleep.

Blog #8: Memories

It was a month after the miscarriage. I had finally recovered from the initial pan and even feeling somewhat relieved. I was young and still trying to figure out how to take care of myself and I didnt need to have a whole other human depending on me. If one good thing came out of the whole thing it was the talks I had with my parents. Shortly after the day I had kicked out my mother and left and angry voicemail for my father they had both come down to visit me, each in a hotel room. We ended up having a great weekend of reminiscing and recovering from the past. There were minimal fight and lots of laughs. The night they left I finally felt like I had family again. A way I hadn't felt since those days with Marshall and Owen back in highschool.

One Particular night I couldn't stop thinking about them, specifically Marshall. I had been stuck inside all day because of the snow storm and was finally getting ready for bed. I was remembering sitting at Alice’s with Marshall, owen was at work or something, and we were talking about his mom. She had died a few days before and Marshall wanted to just talk about her. As we walked home he told me he loved me. Me, being 16 and overwhelmed by the idea of losing a parent, told him I loved him back. We stayed together for 2 year, until I left for college. Everything was good, not great. He was caring and sweet and I truly did love him but when I left I knew we had to end it. He would say it ended badly, lots of crying and angry words, but I never thought of him poorly.

As I thought of the past I dozed off. When I woke up the next morning it felt like I had slept for a week. Feeling well rested, and somewhat renewed, I got ready for work.