Haley Wilder is an optimist and a 'Go With The Flow' type of person, not really understanding the need to plan her every step in life.
All of this changes a week after her Senior Prom.
Her Senior Prom.
The night where 'it' happened.
Two big 'it's ac...
Oneirataxia- (n.) the inability to distinguish between fantasy and reality
I think that I should state that this takes place a week later.
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I am currently dressed in a strapless black bodycon dress that has a short slit along the right side. Due to me feeling like the dress was missing something I paired it with a makeshift chain belt and gold rings.
Hanna pulled my hair up into a high ponytail earlier, careful not to mess up my curls from the braid that I slept in.
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As soon as I have my oversized leather jacket on Hanna kindly helps me put on my black doc martens and by help I mean put them on for me.
Once my shoes are completely on I hear a knock on my open bedroom door.
Hanna stands up to her full height as the both of us glance over towards the mystery person.
My mother smiles as she uses her head to motion behind her.
"Kayden's here" she informs us
Hanna nods and silently makes her way out of my bedroom.
I wait until Hanna begins to walk down the stairs to speak.
"You're not hiding anything behind those sunglasses" I tell the woman with an honest tone
She smirks at my joke as I grab my purse, phone and a similar pair of sunglasses.
"I'm not?" She jokes
I remained stone faced as I slide my sunglasses over my eyes.
The blonde woman notices this and sighs, removing said glasses.
I am not surprised when I notice that her green eyes are very red and irritated, as if she had been crying all night and morning.
"You know, it's okay to cry," I assure her
"Holding in your emotions does nothing but allow them to pile up until they eventually break out of the box that you shoved them into" I tell her
I should know.
I still haven't told her how I actually fractured my wrist.
My mother nods her head.
She is silent for a while before speaking up again.
"You know that this wasn't your fault right?" She tries to assure me
"Your mom and I have been through a lot, especially when we were teenagers" she informs me, placing her sunglasses back over her irritated green eyes
I sigh out.
"I want to believe you," I tell her with genuine honesty
