Skylar Miller was only ten years old when everything began to fall apart. First, it was the quiet disappearances-one sibling at a time-until only three of her siblings remained in her life. Then came the accident, a day that left her with more than...
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| Skylar Miller |
"I know people leave, and move on, but why do they have to leave such a hole in my life?"
What people don't talk about, when somebody moves out or moves on in life, is the absence that the person leaves. In the household, in the car, just everywhere that they used to be, feels like something has been lost. Waking up in a quiet house, was not how I imagined it to feel like.
I imagined everything to stay the same. For nothing to change. It was just one person, but then more people left. More and more people left, and it became more hollow in this house. It felt like I had started to lose memory of those that were actually here, and I was trying to fill it in with those that weren't here anymore.
I sat in bed, pondering the memories that I once had, as I stared down at the beach. The same beach that I had grown up with, constantly having sand in my hair and imbedded into my clothes. Once it was there, it never left. But, people leave you, opening up your heart just for you to be even further away from them then you were at the start.
"Skylar, the bus will be here soon" I knew that voice. The voice of my step brother, calling for me to be down at the bus stop, because he had to go to work. I knew the routine by heart now. Noah and Luke would already be downstairs by now, gathering their belongings, while I pulled whatever I had left of my sanity, and pulled myself together.
I pretty much grabbed whatever I hadn't put in my bag, and dumped it in. I then threw a pair of jeans and a shirt on, grabbing a hoodie to put over the top, because I felt like it today, and then I trudged downstairs. Somewhere between downstairs and the kitchen, I found a hairbrush and hair tie, and pulled my hair up into some form of a ponytail.
I had cut it shorter before my 16th birthday, that just happened over the summer holidays, and I was happier that I had less to maintain. It sat around my shoulders, but I still liked it up and off my neck. "Here" I was then chucked a bag of food, which I threw into my bag, knowing that I probably wouldn't eat it today, like every other day, because who was to care what I did anymore.
For the last 6 years, I hadn't had someone bearing down on my neck. There was nobody forcing me out of bed, but myself. I did this all on my own. I grabbed some form of apple to look like I was eating breakfast, and then I was trudging down towards the school bus, while I had to watch Shane tear out of the driveway, and drive in the opposite direction.
Sometimes, when Shane isn't working, Noah will drive us into school, or when the twins are home from college for however long they may be, we sometimes take their cars, but it is never guaranteed. Without extra income coming from older people, it has been getting harder and harder to survive and keep the large household that we are currently living in, so what the school offers, we take.
It's a classic American public school, where anything flies. Like, where nobody comes close to the family that had a mass exodus these last few years. Yeah, everybody knew, because a couple of cars left one weekend, and before you know it, people have put two and two together on the school drama page, and then people start knowing every little thing about you.
