Life Points Onwards[Re-Writing]

Special POV: Terry

I slept that day, with my eyes wide open. Sorry, that probably meant that I couldn't sleep. I was just too busy thinking about the girl.

I believe her name was Megan. She asked if I recognized her. Did I? Yes. Could I tell her? No. Why? Maybe it was for the right of my pride. Maybe not. But I definitely knew who she was. She was the sister of my brother's ex- girlfriend.

"Cassandra." That was my name. It still is, and Terry is just a cover up. That girl named Megan looked so suspicous of me.

I really did live in New York, and I liked it better there than here. My brother didn't want me to have a social life, just in case Janice would "seek revenge". That wasn't my fault, so I didn't know why he was forcing some actions onto me. He should've just apologized when the time was right. Then he wouldn't have ruined my life.

When I saw Megan, I wanted to tell her everything. But I knew perfectly well that there are security cameras in my room, and my father was listening from the outside. My parents weren't overprotective, like I told Megan. They were just very afraid of being caught. And then they had to drag me down with them.

We're family, they told me. But are we really? They weren't, not necessarily. They were just people I spent my time with. They believed that a world was just made of who survived, and they had to be aprt of the remaining. If I died right now or tomorrow, my so- called parents wouldn't grieve. They would be relieved that another piece of evidence was gone from their lives.

She probably found me throughout my instagram, and before that, probably through an old picture. I remember that I used to be so happy back then. I had everything I wanted, no family problems, and just a calm life. I want to go back to that.

"He looks so young." I heard that a lot. He wasn't my dad. He was a foster parent, and so was my mom. That didn't mean that they abused me, starved me, or kicked me out of the house when they wanted to. It just meant that I didn't receive love. I'd grown up that way for almost five years now.

That's probably why I didn't tell Megan anything. I had grown up with nothing, so I dind't want to break in front of a girl I had known a long time ago. There was no point anymore.

I wanted to tell Megan not to come back anymore. It would be safer for her. But honestly, if she didn't come, my brother would hunt for her.

There is no end until there is a solution.

At least, that's how I learned it.

Am I right?