Oscar Diaz loving someone? Unknown to everyone but himself. A girl not known to the world becomes his in a matter of months. But this is freeridge that shit is unknown.
~ON MY BLOCK~
I walk up to his desk,left foot in front of the other. My pace was slow, my one hand gripping my backpack strap the other grazing the tops of the desks
"Did you want to talk?" I ask "Actually,I wanted to see if I knew your sister" He said,clicking a pen in his left hand "Oh,ivy ann?" I ask His shoulders went forward, his shirt was not fully buttoned. The pen hit the table as his eyes met mine "No,your older sister" he said I bit my lip,my eyes gifted away from him
"Flora cross" I say holding my breath "Yes,I have not heard from her in years" he smiled, my heart dropped to my stomach I tapped my foot to a non-existing beat matching up with my heart rate
Flora: 22 years old, lives in freeridge mental institution for "insanity" no one really talks about her because she is kinda psycho. 1st born to the cross family, been living in the institution since see was 17.
"I need to go" I say feeling my chest tighten "Yes of course,have a good day" he said with a smile but I could not even fake one as I ran out of the room. I walked slowly down 1-2-4-3 1-2-4-3 I turn on my street seeing my blue house in the distance. Already seeing santos flooding the dead grass and std infested lawn
"Hey! You" a voice yelled I turned my head to see spooky shouting at me "Leave me alone" I yelled back His strides became longer, his eyebrows lowered. His signature glare staring at me His warm hand gripped my right arm tightly as if I was about to fall to my death.my heart race had not slowed, my breathing was shallow His dark eyes met mine,for a second peace went over me but with one moment of clarity I flinch, my eyes close tightly only seeing black then feeling his breath in my ear "Now your scared?" He questioned "Please,I just want to get home" I said "What is your name" he asked still holding onto my arm,I felt as if I was covered in concrete "Willow,willow cross" I say looking away "You um,the sister of flora?" He asked "Jesus why does everyone know and ask about her today" I said outloud "Look,I am sorry for what happened to her" he said now not looking at me "Look my sister in the eye and say that" I say as anger takes over my fear "I had no control over their-,I am sorry but I can't change what they did" he said " just let me go" I said Then his grip let go but his hand grazed down my arm to my elbow ,I rubbed my arm rushing away. He cleared his throat walking back over to his "gang" I place my key in the hole, turning it The cold air hitting my skin, heading into the house I take a deep breath. Closing the door, double locking it. I slid down "Flora" I mutter as I sob The image of her laying on the ground flashes in my head,her torn clothes her face blank, The blood going down her legs the arm grabbing my arm
I scream as the images blocks my sight,the fear overwhelmed me My chest let's go of the tightness as I feel the cold hardwood floor. Black fills my visions as I slip into unconsciousness. My mind rests for minutes before I jump awake. I look around the room, my mother is a interior designer, my father did not want to move a pillow after she left. My mind raced as if it it has not thought a thought in years. I stand going to the bathroom, stumbling to the counter. My vision blurry as tears slowly roll down my cheeks My palms flag in the cold counter "get yourself together" my words are soft, breaking up each letter that escapes my mouth rocking on my heels of my feet,gripping the sink harder . I almost smashed my fist through the mirror. "Flora, I need to see Flora" a breathy voice is all that heard from me
"Willow?" My father calls out "I need the car" I say rushing to the front door "Okay,but why are you not at school?" He asked, I did not even look him in the eye "I started my period and stained my pants" I lied,I was already on my period so that makes zero sense. "Okay,be safe" is all he said before grabbing his daily beer and went to watch tv
My father is an architect, he builds and designs so he is also a constructer. Since freeridge don't have many people with college or even high school degrees
I put the key into the ignition beginning the car with a unsettling noise. the car began driving down the street in silence. I then put on some music to try and drown out my thoughts. I arrive half an hour later.
Freeridge mental Reads on the building
"Here to see flora cross" I say to the last at the desk "Lovely to see you willow" she says "Lovely to see you" I say as she hands me a pass to go Walking down the bricked wall I go into a room "Baby sister?" She asked running over to me "Hi sissy" I say Her hair was natural,heavy bags under her eyes. Her skinned glowed dimly "I want to come home" she said "Are you ready?" I ask "It has been a year,I don't have as much nightmares" she says "If you want to,you are 19" I say "Don't worry baby sis" she said,her eyes were still dim,her skin paler
"Then come home" I said
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