The Light in the Dark (completed)

Quick Fairwell

    I'd spent my last night at Meredith's house and we did kinda what girls did. We painted our fingernails which is just something she loved to do and I never did that really. It's not like the government supplies us nail polish or anything. I played with her hair and tried to teach her how to do some things but she only picked up fishtailing and side braids. We lay down in her bed and wrote on a piece of paper back and forth of what we could talk about when I got my ears fixed. She went first,
Zach
Cake
Andrew
Chips
And on and on the list went mostly containing of food and boys. Today I embrace Meredith in a quick fair well and she says she can't wait to talk to me if I ever come back. Zach waits beside me on the bench that'll give you splinters in an instant and the sides have broken off; this moment in time I didn't care. Zach squeezes my hand reassuringly and almost as a signal it starts to sprinkle, slowly coming faster and harder into a down poor. I didn't really mind it though, even if I didn't have a jacket or anything. Just a bag full of my belongings. Zach peeled off a sweat shirt and handed it to me. I shook my head no but he signed.
Please I want you to have something to remember me by. He signs pleadingly and I then accept his offer. It's a light grey sweatshirt with a pocket  at the bottom that is navy blue. I smile but I know the sadness is brought into my eyes because Zach wraps an arm around my shoulders and pulls me closer to him. I lean my hand on his shoulder and intertwine his free hand with one of mine. We sit like that in the down pour until a dark black fancy car pulls up. I look up at Zach with wide eyes. He has the same please my surprise printed on his perfect features... Wait what? I stand up and pull my bag to the back of the car. I flip open to an inside trunk and slide my bag into the corner. I close it but leave my hand resting in place while I stare at Zach. I may be considered a stalker if he weren't looking at me the same way. I walk to the back of the car and crack open the door inside I see the black leather and drop the handle. I turn on my heels to face Zach and walk over to him, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling his face toward mine and crashing my lips into his one last time before I have to go. I then pull away and step back.
I love you. I sign and let a tear slip away. Sometimes I catch Zach saying that to me but I normally don't say it back, only hug him in return but I wanted to be honest with him if this is my last day to see him.
I love you too. He signs and I turn back to the car that would take me away from him. From Ginny. From Meredith. The rain beats harder and harder till I'm under the roof of the car and I can make out Zach's shape standing there watching as the car drives and drives down the road. I wave until he is out of sight. I turn to the front seats and examine the people in front of me. An older women maybe in her mid forties sits in the passenger seat with pearls strung around her neck and hung off of her ears. She wore a light pink dress with quarter sleeves and led a little past her knees. Her hair had obviously been dyed a light brown but grey streaked off of her scalp. They didn't actually acknowledge me really. I mean it's not like we could talk or anything. The man to her left was definitely over fifty and maybe even in his late sixties. His hair was white and smoothed to the side of his head. He wore a fancy suit with a silky looking tie. These people were for real, rich. I sit back in my seat and run my fingers along the hem of Zach's sweatshirt. It kind of smelled like him, in a weird sort of way, even if you caught a tang of rain. It still smelt like him and I know that might sound stalkerish, but it's the truth.
    The ride is dreadfully long and I feel nauseous when we stop. At first I think we are finally at their house but when I take a look out the window my hopes are crashed with an airport. We'd driven forever just to this airport and it was in the middle of the night. I stare in dismay at the people getting out of the front of the car. Who I am assuming are Mr. and Mrs. Smith. Mr. Smith pulls the door open and motions for me to get out. I almost refuse but decide other wise and climb out of the car. They both survey me for a moment and I feel underdressed sine they are fancy and I'm just in frayed, Jean, shorts that end at my fingertips and Zach's sweatshirt with a black shirt underneath. I look down at my combat boots and then back up just in time while their gazes are turned to the airport for me to turn to the back of the car and grab my bag. They both just led me into the airport and swiftly got through security and onto the plane. I sit beside of this guy who eyes me swiftly then turns his gaze back to his phone. I stuff my bag in the overhead compartment and sit down. I see my adopted parents glance at me and I fight the urge to roll my eyes but I try my best to be polite. I sit as far away from the guy beside of me as possible. I just play with the ends of Zach's sweatshirt or lean my head against the back of my seat and attempt to sleep. I had already grabbed a beanie out of my bad so I looked a little less like an idiot but I got those states anyway. The guy beside of me kept glancing at me but I refused to do or say something. The flight attendant came buy and said something but I pretended I couldn't tell she had said something to me and I looked back down at Zach's sweatshirt. I felt a tap on my arm and I looked back up at the flight attendant who mouthed something again.
    I just tapped my finger to my ear and then made an 'X' with my fingers. I looked at her like it was obvious and sunk lower in my seat propping my knees on the seat in front of me. The guy beside of me answered the question shed asked him and she handed him some sort of soda. I stole a quick glance at him and he looked a few years older than me and had curly black hair and glasses. He sat his cup down on the fold out table connected to the seats in front of us and then pulled out a computer. He seems to be typing some sort of paper or assignment for school I'm guessing. I swerve my glance around and focus out the fabric of the sweatshirt. I pull my beanie off slightly and scratch my head a bit. I catch a glimpse of the guy beside of me look at my head and eyes widen a bit realizing I didn't just have a short haircut. I rolled my eyes and slipped my beanie down farther into my forehead.