Lost In The Shadows➳Isaac Lahey

Chapter 1: Shadowed Tears.

My eyes fluttered opened reaching the white walls in my bedroom and they followed all the way to the ceiling i stared off and day dreamed of a better life...
i couldn't lay there any longer i stood up and walked over to my mirror and looked at my face, i had bruises all on my face, mostly tracing my eyes..
I looked at my reflection and sighed my light brown hair was messy and my pale skin was paler than usual..

I grabbed my ear buds and reached for my phone and blocked out the world hoping i would just sleep away the rest of my life or at least until i was 18 and allowed to get away from this house hold.
My door flung opened showing my mother a blonde haired blue eyed women giving me a stern look i sat up quickly and took my headphones out.

"Did you not hear me calling you over 10 times grace!?" her face grew angry and i scooted back closer to my pillows as she walked over and sat on the end of my bed sighing.
"I'm sorry mama.. i just woke up." she gave me and look and stood up walking over to me she raised her hand and slapped me right across the face i gasped back and closed my eyes.
"Worthless." with those words she walked out.

I touched the cheek the was physically harmed and winced at the feeling, i felt a tear slide down my cheek wetting my face.
i closed my eyes tightly wanting everything to stop but nothing worked a sigh escaped my lips and i reached down under my bed grabbing a notebook buried deep under my mattress i pulled it out and started doodling into it..

It calmed me down in ways my mind was slowing settling down, when it finally settled itself I grabbed my phone and checked for any news but me being who i am my phone is blank..

I sighed and stood up and headed downstairs. I am an only child one who is hated by the ones that made me, When i reached the kitchen i walked over to the cabinets and realized there was nothing at all,it was empty just hidden cobwebs in the corner. I walked into the living room and saw boxes all taped up i gave a confused look around the room.

"oh yeah since you were being arrogant i forgot to mention but were moving grace i need you to pack your things up and hurry up please." my mom trailed off and i nodded quickly and ran back upstairs when i reached my room a slammed the door and ran to my bed crying.
I didn't want to leave this place but in other ways i did.. i wanted a fresh start but i also was raised here.

I pulled my hair into a messy bun and started cleaning up after 20 minutes i was done straightening up but my father came in and started yelling towards me.
"Grace you aren't done packing!? you know what? screw your things lets go." he gave me serious glare i looked around my room sad and grabbed two things very important to me.. My notebook and the picture of me and my sister.. i wasn't always an only child my sister died at age 14 when i was 10 she was my best friend.. my secret keeper.. my everything..

"Grace Now!" he screamed, i grabbed my items and hurried downstairs to the car when i reached the car i took my phone and headphones out of my pocket and placed them lightly into my ears i blocked out the world once again the car drove for hours what seemed like years.
When finally i saw a sign the read "Welcome To Beacon Hills" i sighed knowing this place would be a big change... i put my head against the window and closed my eyes dreaming of a better place then were we are but the car came to a complete stop.

I reopened my eyes and looked about realizing we were at a house that i guess I'm supposed to now call home.. i opened my door out of the car and walked up to the front entrance of the house
my dad had the key and unlocked it.. i took a step inside and gazed around it was decent,
Two stories much liked my other home i turned towards the living room it was opened with big windows letting in a lot of light i let my body wander upstairs and found my room.

It was big and opened two windows and a walk in closet and a bed already in the room i walked around in the room letting my fingers trace along the walls and i smiled thinking maybe this life will be better besides the fact I'm still here with my parents..

I laid myself upon the bed and sighed to the ceiling and whispered "Maybe things will be better now sis.. i wish you were still here with me.." i closed my eyes and cried letting the mascara i had put on trail down my cheeks to the crook of my jawline. i let out soft whimpers wishing i still had the one person who loved me in my life..

i wiped my eyes and looked at the picture of my sister, her dark brown hair and blue eyes lets not forget about her picture perfect smile i used to get told we look alike i always wanted to grow up like her she was everything to me..

I trailed my fingers along the golden frame of the picture and set it on the bedside table and closed my eyes tightly hoping i would make it through the rest of the year and actually make friends and not be the outcast..

Again...