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"Come on Jane, just come to the movie and we'll grab an ice cream afterwards. It'll be fun and you need something to take your mind off of the stuff that's happened"
I'm Jane. Four days ago it was my eighteenth birthday and it could not have gone worse if the sun exploded.
I had gotten tickets to see my favorite band, Bastille, live at Glastonbury. I had been struggling to find tickets at all and then I suddenly had two. Backstage.
I was packed and ready to drive to Dublin with my best friend when my brothers health took a turn.
It started with him blacking out and losing his memory for a few minutes. Then came the migranes. Then it had gotten to a point where he could no longer eat or drink without throwing up.
So my mum took him for a checkup at the doctors, he was admitted to letterkenny hospital where he was diagnosed with stomach cancer.
Naturally I'd dropped everything and went to hospital with him.
It was now 6th of January. I'd spent my birthday and Glastonbury in the hospital, holding my brothers hand and hoping he would be okay.
I had never been religious but these past few days I had prayed more than I thought I could. I was desperate.
Damon Bellamy Collins was my only brother. He was only twelve and had so much to accomplish. I couldn't lose him, and if I ever did.. I'd be messed up forever.
Anyways long story short, mum made me go home because she thought me sitting with Damon 24/7 was having a bad effect on my health.
These past few days I'd been living off aspirin and I hadn't slept, eaten or drunk anything except water ever since I arrived.
So I went home and I sat in the house generally feeling like shit rolled over.
The house wasn't the same. It was too empty... Too quiet... Too lonely.
I was supposed to be moving out in a month. I'd been saving up for an apartment for some time now and I'd finally acquired enough money to buy a small flat a couple of miles from home.
I was going to move and start taking online classes at full sails academy to work in the music industry.
I couldn't decide if I wanted to be in a band or manage them.
Anyways, apparently mum called Niamh to come hang out with me because next thing I know I find myself opening the front door and seeing her face.
Now I was being persuaded to go to a movie.
"Come on Jane, its paranormal activity 6!! You've been waiting to see it how long? You have to go and relax, let your hair down. I know these past few days haven't been easy but you can't drive yourself into depression. That's not going to help Damon in the slightest. Now go upstairs and get dressed. We're going out"
She was very persuasive.
I pulled myself out of my chair and started upstairs. I pulled off my grungy pyjamas and pulled on a pair of black skinny jeans and a Bastille t shirt.
I topped it off with a grey checked shirt and pulled my converse on.
Shuffling to the bathroom, I put on a stroke of eyeliner and a bit of mascara.
I decided to leave my hair down.
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After I got downstairs, I got my car keys off the table and proceeded outside where Niamh was waiting.
For Christmas my mum had got me a car. Not just any car may I add.
A 1967 Chevy impala. An exact replica of Dean Winchesters beloved ride.
When I got inside and powered up the motor I realized this was the first time I'd actually driven it. After Christmas there was a lot of preparation with tickets and timetables, not to mention Damon, so I'd never really gotten time to take her out for a spin.
We got to Brunswick moviebowl about 15 minutes later. As I stepped outside I was engulfed by the cool, January breeze which arose a small layer of goosebumps on my arms.
After we'd gotten inside and paid for our tickets, popcorn and drinks the movie had already started.
We hurried into the dark hall and started to our seats.
Squeezing past the people in our row was awkward and uncomfortable. I even managed to step on some guys foot. I mumbled a quick "sorry" before sitting down in my seat.
Which was next to him.
This is probably why I don't go outside.
The movie was quite lame to be honest. The storyline was slow and boring. But there were lots of jumpscares, which I'd never been good with.
Near the end of the movie a ceiling caved in on a woman after shed been standing in silence for a while. I got such a shock that I jumped and grabbed for the seat handle beside me. Unfortunately the guy I'd stepped on earlier had been resting his arm there so I grabbed that by mistake.
I stuttered another sorry before sinking down in my seat to avoid further humiliation. The guy leaned over and whispered "don't worry about it" with a small laugh and turned his attention back to the screen.
His voice was deep, husky and very familiar. I just couldn't remember where I'd heard it from.
After the movie was over and the lights were on I turned to see who the mystery stranger was.
With raven black hair, gelled up like a small fluffy pyramid on top of his head, deep blue eyes that seemed to hypnotize whoever dared gaze deep enough, a rough stubble and his signature grey hoodie there was only one person in the world who looked like this.
I gasped.
I was staring at none other than Daniel Campbell Smith.