Instead of writing a short story each week, I thought it would be a nice idea to start a long story and post a chapter every week instead. This way I can work on my novel practise and perhaps you can read a cool story. I have a general idea where the story will go but it will be a journey for me as well. Comments are always welcome. Enough talking. Let’s get into it.
My name is Hollow. It wasn’t always my name. I used to be known as Holly, but that was in another life. Back when I could still feel. Back when I still belonged somewhere.
I had only just turned sixteen when it all happened. It was my birthday and I threw a party but only two people showed up. Anna and Mikey sat on the couch as I served them all the food my mother had bought. We had expected at least fifteen people to come over. I was disappointed by the turnout, but I did not want to seem ungrateful to Anna and Mikey. So I put on the biggest smile I could muster and tried to keep the conversation going.
They glanced at each other for a brief moment before they looked back at me. “Holly,” Anna began, but she hesitated for a moment.
I looked up at her while I drank coke from my cup.
“We, err, we expected there to be more people,” she finally finished.
I blinked a few times as I tried to process what she was saying. “Okay,” I said, “but that doesn’t matter, does it? We can have fun together.”
Now it was Mikey’s turn to speak. “Holly, would you mind if we leave? Bobby Kingston is throwing a party too and there is booze. You can come too.”
I tried to swallow but it felt like something was stuck in my throat. “That’s fine. I don’t feel like going but you can,” I said, although I didn’t sound very convincing.
“Are you sure?” Anna asked.
She probably didn’t care whether I was sure or not, because I wasn’t. She just didn’t want to feel guilty. I nodded once again.
Ten minutes later, I was on my own again. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop the tears from welling up. When my mother entered the room, I let them fall.
“Where are Anna and Mikey?” she asked.
I told her what had happened. Her face softened as she took the seat next to me on the couch. “Sweetheart, you know this is not your fault, right? You are an amazing person and they are missing out,” my mother tried to comfort me.
Her words had no effect. If I wasn’t the problem, then the house would be filled with people who enjoyed being with me. Instead the two best friends I had since I was a kid, preferred to go to a party because of the alcohol I could not give them. Was that even real friendship?
“I just need some time to think,” I said.
I got up and went upstairs, carefully closing my bedroom door. I closed my curtains and lay down on my bed as I stared up at the ceiling.
A part of me did think it was my own fault. Perhaps if I had been a normal teenagers who enjoyed parties and boys, I would not be in this situation. Instead I preferred reading books and keeping to myself mostly. I spent my lunch breaks with Anna and Mikey and sometimes tagged along with their group of friends. I just never belonged with them. What a fool I was to think they would come to my party. Well, they had told me they’d come.
Sometimes I wondered what it would be like if I’d just completely disappear. Would anyone miss me? My parents yes, but anyone apart from that? I wasn’t invisible at school and I also wasn’t the one everybody bullied. I just existed. People said hi and that was it. I wasn’t a desirable person to be friends with.
I sat up and walked over to my window. I opened it and let the cold breeze touch my skin and I closed my eyes. For a long time I had told myself I wasn’t lonely. Tonight had proven to me that I was. And what could I do about it? Maybe I could sulk until the end of time and hope for things to get better. Or perhaps I could make it better myself.
Perhaps I should have just said yes to Bobby’s party.
I ran over to my wardrobe and took out a beautiful black dress. Perfect. I changed faster than I had ever done before, slapped on some make up and headed downstairs.
My mother was watching television. Dad always worked late on Fridays, so she had to entertain herself. Mum looked up when she heard me.
“Where are you going?” she asked.
“I’m off to be a normal teenager,” I said with a cheerful smile.
She raised her eyebrows but did not stop me. As I ran outside, I could hear her shout that I should be home at eleven. Yeah right.
Bobby’s house was just a few blocks away. I hadn’t realized that walking in heels was this difficult and after a while my feet started to hurt. However, I wasn’t going to give up on my new epiphany. I knew that from the moment I would walk into that party, all eyes would be on me. Holly Butler. The long lost Party Girl.
I was too busy imagining it all inside my head, coming up with a million different things to say and do, that I didn’t see it coming.
It wasn’t until the car hit me that I knew it was over.
My vision blurred until I saw nothing but black. I heard voices, so many voices, but they sounded so far away. My entire body was aching and it was hard for me to breathe. Was this what it felt like to die?
I saw light in the distance and the light became brighter, until I realized that it was a face I was looking at. Pale, with sharp cheekbones and a tight jaw. Dark brooding eyes. Hair as black as night. A small smile appeared on the face. Such a beautiful face.
“Are you alright?” he asked.
I tried to respond, but I could only make strange noises. How charming. I blinked a few times but all I could see were bright colours all around him.
Something in his expression changed. I knew enough about boys to notice that. His worry was replaced with pity. Perfect. Finally a boy worried about me and all I could do was scare him off.
I felt a hand, I assumed his hand, touch my ribs and the pain I had felt before vanished. The colours around the boy became brighter. I didn’t even know his name. Maybe he was an angel?
“Do you want to stay alive?” he whispered.
Such a strange question. Of course I wanted to stay alive. I was only hit by a car. Nothing but a scratch and pain everywhere. I couldn’t come off as weak now. I nodded and he frowned. I at least expected him to look happy about my will to live.
“Fine,” he said, “but you owe me.”
Before I could reply to ask him what he meant, I felt a strong force pull me back. The boy became smaller and smaller. The colours became brighter and brighter.
And then all was dark again.