Behind my smile (UNDER EDITING.)

chapter 13

HAYLEY

For the next few days, all I could do was stare at the box with an empty feeling. My parents and sister didn't attempt to question my strange mood, for their own benefit I suppose. My mother continued to give me medicine but without her knowledge I'd spit it out after she leaves the room, just like Caleb asked me to  do.

The box laid hidden in Annie's room, no one knows I've opened it, or that I know it exists. My breathing hitched when ever I thought about the notes laying there, how long has the truth been hidden away from me? I've suffered so much with Caleb's death, and nightmares. It was an odd moment though, I couldn't place all the various emotions swarming over me, I'm angry and sad, but I couldn't feel anger or sadness. How can such thing happen?

A loud knock awakened my thoughts, and reality came crashing in. All of this isn't  a dream, my thoughts are real, the notes are existing, and in the end Caleb is still dead.

I didn't bother looking at the new presence in my room, there was silence before the voice spoke softly, "Hayley, were going to pick up Hayden from the hospital then go eat dinner outside, do you want to join us?" Annie's voice brought up the anger I tried so hard to push away, the urge screaming at her was so unbearable, how can she speak in such an innocent voice after everything I found out from one letter?

"No."

She still stood by the door, as if I'm going to lash out and bite her. My head was under the covers, yet I angled myself in a way I can see her small figure leaning against my wooden door, I don't know if its supposed to come across as intimidating or not, but all i could do is stifle a laugh at how pathetic she looks. "But-"

"No, I said. Now get out before I seriously attack you."

She quickly exited my room, her presence no longer lingering in the air with so much toxicity. A few moments passed before I heard the front door shut loudly, shrugging, I grasped my phone and opened it, immediately searching for Hayden's number.

To Hayden
Are you okay? Why am I not surprised you broke your arm?

I didn't wait long until I received a message back, a laugh erupting through me as I read.

From Hayden
Shut up you freak! Instead of coming to see me, you say THIS. Horrid. Horrid Hayley.

I close my phone, knowing what he said want entirely funny but it was sweet. I closed my eyes for a few seconds, enjoying the silence of the house. Peace rushed through my body.

With a lot of energy, I sat up placing my bare feet onto the cold wooden floors. Chills ran up my spine, I winced at the odd feeling. Standing up slowly, my feet tingled considering the fact I haven't gotten out of bed since two days ago.

Once I reached my door, my feet no longer felt stiff to the point it hurt. I grab onto the door handle and twist it open, a loud creak filling my ears. I stared at the empty hallway, unable to detect my emotions, how do I feel about this?

Ignoring all the questions in my head, I run into Annie's room, and open the door not leaving any hesitation to take over me. My eyes trail to where the box is hidden, I walk towards it and grab the box, not caring about the noise I'm creating.

My hands open up the box, all the letters are still there, covered in different colours and stickers. Tears brew my eyes, and then I picked a green envelope.

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I don't know how long it's been, maybe hours. Tears filled my face, a run down nose, all sorts of coloured envelopes surrounded me, open.

I couldn't bare the pain throbbing in my heart, I want to scream and cry, but all that came out is empty tears.

I have opened every single letter hidden away from me.

All the secrets, all the suffering Caleb had gone through, everything is luring in my mind openly.

And with those thoughts in my mind, I didn't hear Annie's door open, nor her wide gasp.

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How dare I give you a cliffhanger when I haven't updated in months, my apologies for not updating.

I tried writing this chapter like my old style of writing as I have changed drastically, only because I don't want my readers to feel horrible differences between the chapters so I'll try writing like my year 9 style. Because personally, I have seen massive improvements in my writing— I'm currently writing a new book that I have a humongous attraction and connection with, unlike my wattpad books (in all honesty) I'll finish it in a year though, and it is not written in wattpad.

Much love to everyone on here, again sorry for not updating and keeping you hanging, new chapter out soon!

Misa <3