What The Wind Carried

Chapter 1

I hate the wind and all things that surround me, slowly suffocating me. The Wind tends to bring back forgotten quarrels and memories. The wind carries the sorrows and  of every where It passed through; wind is unpredictable and destructive.

Today it was windy. Of course my first day at this new school there would be wind. Looking out my window I can see the trees swinging, flowers holding on for dear life, and dirt being thrown in the air away from their home. I turn to face my full length mirror and see myself; I am wearing a navy turtleneck sweater and some flare blue jeans. The last thing I want to do is draw attention to myself.

I walk out the front door of my house to meet my mom in the car. When I enter it is quiet with the occasional light thump via the wind. We drive to my new school. The school looks almost of a small college campus. Rustic in a modern well kept way. I might even call it beautiful if I wasn't afraid of becoming attached. You see this is the fifth "new" school I have started at this year. You could call my mother nomadic but I would say she resembles the breeze, not exactly wind, but not exactly not wind. She just flows in and out of places leaving them a little tossed. "Places" meaning me. I don't have the best relationship with her, for reasons I am not even quite knowledgeable of. The car stops in the parking lot, before I realize my body speaks for me and I am out of the car without a word. I watch her drive away, letting myself be engulfed and silenced by the wind and it's soft howls. For just a few moments I let all the hate and grief wash over me, but only for a moment for that is all I'm afraid I can handle.

The wind has stopped just in time for lunch. I walk out into the court yard and my eyes meet a beautiful stranger. Her hair was dark and straight; I want to run my fingers through it. There are also perfect specks on her sunkissed face. The glance only lasted seconds and then her green eyes turned away leaving with the breath in my lungs. I have never been attracted to a woman as I have right this moment. I mean I am straight. I have never entertained the fact that I could be bisexual. I am violently brought out of my thoughts when a football hits the back of my head and I go tumbling to the concrete. The light goes out.

I wake to a blond haired greek god. His grey eyes carved into mine, But I can't stop tracing the sharp features of his face with my eyes. The sounds around me begin to clear and only then is when I realize there was a group of people circled around me.

I speak. "what happened?" The handsome boy spoke softly "Hi, my name is Austin, I kinda hit you with my football" he place his hand on the back of his neck still continuing to tower over me. Austin opened his mouth to say something, but the school nurse interrupted his thought as she walked over a wheel chair. They both grabbed a biceps and helped me on it. I couldn't help but wince when I placed my arms on the rests. I am positive that my pale skin is all stained with purple and red marks. As I am wheeled away my eyes meet his once more, I could feel that he was apologetic.

I look at myself in the hospital mirror, my eyes tracing my body. I have dark brown hair that makes me look more pale and my eyes are pretty dark with an exception of yellow specs near my pupil. I am not skinny and not thick, I am in the awkward middle. My eyes linger on my all my   bruises and scratches. I have them on my knees, arms, and a nasty scratch on my forehead. The doctors said I have a concussion and I have to stay overnight because they also found that I had really low iron levels. The Nurse said they were surprised I hadn't passed out on other occasions.  The truth is I have, but would pass out in my room and wake up in the same place. I never told my mom because she spends her free time locked in her room crying and drinking. Passing out was kind of my escape from everything,  time went by fast when I was unconscious. I can see how this might be a form of self harm, but it didn't feel that way. I know it's wrong, but It was better than drinking and doing drugs. Toxic aren't I. I sit on the edge of the hospital bed and lay back. I can hear the outside the door; my mom and the doctor are discussing my condition. God what a great first day of school.