Hidden Bruises [Completed]

[chapter seven]

"Aw, look!" Kendall was pointing out the window towards a house that we grew up in. I leaned up a little to look at it better and couldn't believe that it looked the same.

I looked around at our old neighborhood and started remembering all the memories we had when we lived down here. I couldn't believe it's been already five years since we decided to go our seperate ways.

Being eighteen and finally moving out was something I would have never imagined. It was hard at first but I slowly started learning from the real world and eventually got a grasp of how things works.

Then I went to college a year and a half after that. I was living on my own, trying to make it by with what I was making at the shop. I thank my boss more than anything for helping me out as much as he could cause I wouldn't have made it without his help.

"It's still the same." Kendall shuts the engine off and looks at it. "That's crazy as hell." She looks around the neighborhood. "It all looks that same."

"It's been five years."

She looks at me then nods. "Yeah, but that's a long time. Shouldn't something be different?"

Looking around, this neighborhodd was our home. I remember playing out in the street and the yard almost everyday. I remember playing with the neighbors kids, riding bikes up and down the road.

It was such a nice neighborhood.

It's about thirty minutes away from where I live now.

It's crazy how things change so much.

"Remember when we accidentally busted out a window at that house?" Kendall points over at a house. "That old man got so mad at us and started chasing us down the street."

I chuckle as I remember the memory. "Yeah then we tried explaining to mom and dad about it, which they thought we did it purposely."

She laughs then shook her head. "Gosh, I miss being a kid."

I nodded as I looked around and couldn't help but miss growing up. I know that when you're a kid, you can't wait to grow up then once you grow up, you wish you were a kid again.

When you're a kid, you think that once you get older and start living as an adult, you get to do more things and not get yelled at for it. You can do whatever you want, when you want and not have to worry about anyone telling you it's wrong.

Then when you get older, you learn that what you thought as a kid was totally wrong and the world around you isn't what it seems to be.

I wish I could go back to being a kid more than anything.

Kendall was thirty two but acted like a kid more than anything.

"I miss mom and dad." Kendall says then looks over at me. "We need to make a plan and go up North to visit them. They never really have time to come down so why don't we go up there?"

Looking at her, I nod then smiled. "That actually sounds amazing. When?"

"I don't know." She sighs. "I have so much shit to do in my life." She rubs her face. "I hate being an adult. Having so much responsibilities that it's not even funny anymore." She sighs."I'm a homeowner and who the hell didn't tell us that being a homeowner was going to drain you." She looks at me. "Why didn't they tell us as kids?"

I shrug as I look at her. "They didn't care enough to tell us. I guess they wanted us to figure it out when we got older."

"It's stupid. Bills and bills.. more fucking bills. I mean.. I'm not made of money and working just doesn't cut it. I will spend hours on hours a fucking day, working my ass off for what? I can't even afford the bills afterwards."