Home > Saving Quinton (Nova #2)(5)

Saving Quinton (Nova #2)(5)
Author: Jessica Sorensen

“I’ll see what else I can find out and see if I can track him down,” she says, continuing to usher me out of the room. “And leave that Delilah chick’s number. I’ll try calling her and see if I can get her to fess up where they’re all living. ”

“Fine.” I trudge out of the room and into the small living room that’s attached to the moderate-size kitchen and small dining area. I collect my laptop and bag from the sofa, feeling frustration along with a thousand other emotions: sadness, guilt, pain, hopelessness. Yet I also feel a little hopeful thanks to Lea, so I turn around and give her a hug. “Thank you for being such a good friend.”

“No problem,” she says and hugs me back.

We exchange this awkward yet simply real silent moment, before we step away from each other and part ways. Tears sting my eyes as I head out the door and into the bright sunlight. I know that Lea will go back to her computer and look for more stuff that will hopefully lead me to Quinton, but it still hurts my heart not knowing where he is.

It’s a strange feeling and I’ve only felt this sort of ache over one person before. Landon. But I’m not comparing Quinton to him. I refuse to do that again. Landon was Landon, the beautiful artist who bore the weight of the world on his shoulders, who suffered in ways I couldn’t understand, but wish I could, but probably never will. And Quinton is Quinton, the beautiful artist, who carries guilt on his shoulders, who, even in his darkest times made me smile when no one else could, who showed me a dark world that made me want to see the light again.

And I want to make him see the light, too. I just need to find him.

Chapter 2

Nova

After I turn my project in to the professor, I get a coffee from the coffee stand in the quad yard, then rush back toward the apartment that’s only about half a mile away from the university, so that I rarely ever drive my dad’s old 1967 Chevy Nova. It’s a bright day and warm, the sun beaming down as I hurry up the sidewalk with my bag on my shoulder and my laptop tucked under my arm. I sort of feel like I failed, turning in the documentary without Quinton’s clip. But I try to look past it and focus on the fact that at least I won’t fail my class. Besides, there’s always next year and hopefully by then I’ll have at least talked to Quinton. At least I hope we’ll still be talking. I hope I’ll have the chance to take many video clips of him that I can add to my Novamentary, as he called it.

It hurts just thinking about it, because it reminds me how much I want to help him, but at the same time, I know from experience that I can’t make things happen my way. I can’t make Quinton get better, just like I couldn’t make Landon tell me what was wrong, just like I couldn’t make my dad hold on just a little bit longer.

It’s hurting my heart and I need to get my emotions out, so I halt at the final street I have to cross, downing the last of the coffee. Then I set my bag and laptop on the grass along with the empty coffee cup and take my phone from my back pocket. I click it on, then rotate slightly to get the sun in the right position so it’s not blinding the screen, then hit record.

The red light blinks on and an image of me pops up on the screen. I look so different from how I looked in all the clips I made last summer. My skin looks healthier, my cheeks fuller, and my brown hair cleaner, braided to the side of my head, wisps framing my face. My blue eyes are bloodshot and full of sadness. Actually my eyes only appear blue but if you really observe them, then you can see that they’re blue with specks of green. Quinton was actually one of the few people who noticed this and it was a genuinely sweet thing, I just couldn’t see it at the time because I was blinded by Landon’s death. But it’s not just my outer appearance that’s different. It’s also what’s inside me and radiates through my expression—the light in my eyes that I thought had died, but that had only briefly dimmed.

I give the camera a little wave. “Hey, it’s me, Nova, again. I’m not sure if you watched my last video or not, which I really doubt you did, since it’s pretty much just a bunch of my ramblings about my life. But hey, if you’re into that kind of stuff, then you’ll get what I’m talking about.” I shake my head, sighing at myself, but a smile cracks through. “Anyway, it’s been almost exactly a year from when I started my very first video and I’m in a completely different place now. I’ve let go of my past for the most part, mourned my dad and Landon…well, let go of them as much as I can.” I brush my bangs out of my face. “So here’s the start of a new summer, which seems like it’s going to hold a lot of possibilities, but not necessarily in a good way. In fact, I have no idea how summer is going to go.”

I click off the camera, and then grab my bag and laptop off the ground and cross the street, wondering if Quinton will become someone else I’ll have to mourn. It makes me sick to my stomach to think about, but I know firsthand that unless someone wants to quit, and I mean in their very heart and soul wants to stop doing drugs, then they can’t. And even then, when they decide they want to quit, there’s still the huge battle of dealing with inner demons and finally getting to a place where their mind and body can be empty of drugs and still be at peace…I’m not even sure if peace is the right word, because the path of drugs will always exist in my mind and so will Landon and I’ll never completely have peace from either. Now that I’ve tasted the freedom of numbness and forgetfulness, it’s impossible to forget that it exists. The possibility that I could have it again always lives inside and that could be ignited at any moment if a circumstance strikes the match.

I just have to know how to blow it right back out—I have to fight it with every breath I have. And I’m not in the same place anymore, so I know I can do it. I just wish I knew for certain Quinton could. What I need is to find something that will get through to him, something that will make him see past whatever’s blinding him to the future. For me it was Landon’s video. It helped me realize what I’d become, where I was going, and that I was trying to escape my feelings instead of dealing with them. In a strange way, that video helped me want to heal myself.

I drop my bag and laptop onto the sofa and go back to the bedroom. Lea and her boyfriend Jaxon are sitting on the floor, staring at the computer screen. Jaxon is tall and sort of lanky with dark-brown hair that’s a little overlong and always hangs in his eyes, and he’s behind Lea, massaging her back as she reads an article.

Hot Series
» Unfinished Hero series
» Colorado Mountain series
» Chaos series
» The Sinclairs series
» The Young Elites series
» Billionaires and Bridesmaids series
» Just One Day series
» Sinners on Tour series
» Manwhore series
» This Man series
» One Night series
» Fixed series
Most Popular
» A Thousand Letters
» Wasted Words
» My Not So Perfect Life
» Caraval (Caraval #1)
» The Sun Is Also a Star
» Everything, Everything
» Devil in Spring (The Ravenels #3)
» Marrying Winterborne (The Ravenels #2)
» Cold-Hearted Rake (The Ravenels #1)
» Norse Mythology