Effy lay on her bed, staring at the large blank wall. She had taken down all her photos, her posters; everything. They only brought back memories and that’s something she couldn’t deal with. Pain was all she felt, everyday. Her heart ached, her mind ached everything just hurt and nothing could help. There were no more tears to cry and now she was just simply numb. The voices were slowly building up in her mind, echoing from time to time but she maintained a fake smile at all times. His soft voice echoed the walls and Effy sat up. It was so real, so real.
“Yeah, come in.” She heard her mother say from downstairs. Fuck, she thought. She rolled out of bed and pulled on a pair of shorts and slipped her feet through her shoes. She wasn’t in the mood to socialize, not today. She grabbed her bag and tiptoed out of the door towards the escape route that Tony always used. But she heard him call her voice and knew at once that she couldn’t continue. She walked towards the stairs and took a seat at the top. His face brought back memories. Good memories, bad memories. But it was too much too handle. Everything hit her at once like a tidal wave and she was soon downing in her own thoughts. “Cook.” She finally said, managing a smile.
Effy’s mother had allowed Cook inside, meaning that Effy was home. “Thank you.” He smiled at her mother, again. He started up the stairs, to head to Effy’s room. He hadn’t been here in such a long time, that all of the memories were starting to pour back into his brain. The good ones and the bad ones. The drugs, the alcohol, the fucking, it was all coming back to him, like he had just watched it all in a movie. He continued to Effy’s room, hoping that she was willing to talk to him. “Effy.” He said softly, as he reached the door.
And there she was. Standing in her room. She was just as beautiful as she was the last time Cook had seen her. Cook smiled, hoping that she was happy to see him too. “Hi Effy.” He looked at her, still smiling. It had been awhile since the two of them had talked to each other, let alone see each other. Cook didn’t know what to say, or how to act. He was just happy to know that she was okay, and looked healthy. “I was just making sure you were okay.” He said softly, as he looked around her room, and noticed that everything had been removed from her walls.