☽ The Beach-The Neighbourhood ☾
"To describe my life:
Imagine my life as a rose, it looks beautiful, and vibrant with it's bright red petals, as they get scattered across a lover's bed after a long and eventful date night. That's a good thing, right? Imagine that except my life is the opostite. My life is the prickly and sharp edges on the rose stem. The part that hurts the most, and the part that gets cut off after the rose is put into a glass vase, the part thats useless and harmful. Everything and everyone around me doesn't stick around like they promise, just like as the date is brought into the room with pedals spread across the bed, admits their fate and admits they have cheated on their lover they had just spent the night with. My life is just one big prick to the heart, and this prick repeats itsel-"
GEORGE POV:
The loud clicking of my RGB keyboard comes to a fast hault as my door creaks open, shedding dimmed light across my dark room. I quickly turn my chair to block my computer screen as i face my mom standing in the lighted doorway.
"George, can I speak with you for a second hun?" She says with a swift and soft tone.
I look at her with slight worry in my eyes as my mom was never sentimental with me growing up, she never told anyone how she was feeling, and I was starting to get worried. As she sits on my bed, the matress sinks down slightly, following her movements. I get up from my chair, and sit next to her on the bed, rubbing her back in slow and small circles as she starts to give me a slight smile.
"Is something wrong?" I ask, my voice starting to tremble. I look my mom into the eyes and she turns away, facing the carpet on my floor beneath my bed. Her lips start to twitch into a slight frown. "We're moving back to Florida and we are going to be living with your father." Her voice starts to break mid sentance and I look up at my wall as the circles I was rubbing on her back come to a hault.
I move my hand that was on her back onto my thigh and I try to search my brain for words on how to respond.
My mom looks at me and wraps her cold and shaky hands around my shoulder and brings me into her arms. I close my eyes as my head rests on her shoulder.
-flashback-
"you fucking prick, always running around with that clown friend of yours, you're probably doing hardcore drugs or something. I don't trust that boy." My dad says as he throws his hands in the air and then slams them down on the kitchen counter.
He didn't know that "boy" I hung out with that lived down the street was the only reason for my happiness, but If I explain that to him, he will get upset. There is no way out when argueing with my father.
"You don't know him like I do, dad. He's the sweetest friend, and the only friend I've ever had, please atleast try to trust him dad!" I yell as my voice shatters and tears start to form in my deep blue eyes. He lifts his face out of his hands and looks me into my eyes. I feel a shiver down my spine.
"You don't tell me who I can and can't trust boy! Now shut the fuck up before I do it myself. You tire me." He walks towards me and flicks me on the forehead and walks away. I quickly and gently rub the spot where he had flicked me and those tears that were forming start to trail down my face as I run up the stairs and into my room where I immedietly fall against the door and land in a seating positition with my knees dug in my face.
The rest of the night was a blur.
-back to reality-
I start to tear up as i tighten the grip on my moms back. I can hear faint sniffles coming from my mom as I start to rub her back.
"It's ok, mom. I just have one question...Why? I ask as I pull away from the tight and warm hug, and look my mom into her now empty eyes, it was like watching leaves fall from trees in the winter.
"We can no longer afford this place, and I only had moved here because I wanted to escape your father and get you a better education, away from those scumbags of old friends. But.. I can't do this myself, and recently your father and I have been in contact and the best option is to move back to Florida." I can feel my own body fuel with anger as I think back to my old homelife with my father.
"I'm sorry George, I really am..But it's the only option right now." She grabs my shoulders with both hands and looks me into eyes. I look back with no emotion, but try to hear her reasoning. "plus! You get to see Dream again, don't you miss him? I bet he would love to see you again after all this ti-" I cut her off as I get up and sit back in my chair and place my headphones that were resting on my desk on my head, ignoring what she has to say.
"I'd rather jump off a cliff." I say.
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boom. first chapter done :D
