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 |
"When you love someone, you give things up for them. You give in to what they want. You communicate with that person, because love is greater than anything else"
Being alone, was my specialty. For most of my life, I had been able to stay out of the way, and do my own thing. I kept myself occupied. I excelled at it better than anybody else. And because of that, I was able to let things hide under the carpet, and not be able to touch it. But, here I was, sitting on the floor, staring at the box that I had pulled from the back of my cupboard.
I had locked my door after I had entered my bedroom after my shower. I hadn't bothered to ask about dinner tonight, because I wasn't hungry, and I knew with the day that Shane was having downstairs with Grayson, that there was no point in asking. Our routine, and everything that we had known, had gone out the window.
Hence why I was now questioning my past, that I had buried in this box. It was the reason why my room didn't have many answers to my past. It was why my room reflected me; too mature for my age. I had seen more than I should have. And this box in front of me, was a result of exactly what I had seen, these past 16 years of life.
Most of it, had been from the age that I knew the difference between right and wrong, and up until about 2-3 years ago, which happened to be right up until when it was mostly just the twins, Noah, Luke and myself left, to hold down the house with Shane. Which meant putting the past away, physically packing it away, and not touching it.
Until, someone comes back. I had promised myself, when I packed it all away, that I would never open it. That I would start to move on from it, and I had, until now. Right as I reached for the lid of the box, someone knocked on my door. I quickly threw the box into the back of the cupboard, and shut the door, before I was giving the person permission to come inside my room.
"There's another one" rule number 1 to having brothers, is that they get straight to the point, when they walk into your bedroom. In this case, I knew exactly what my brother was meaning, so when he shut the door, and walked straight to my window, which overlooked the front yard, I followed him, and knew exactly what he meant.
The person in the driveway, was just living proof of what Luke had just said. It didn't change the fact of what Luke had said, it just showed that it was true. That there was no lies between the two of us. We hadn't lied to one another, in years, and that said a lot. It said a lot about the two of us, compared to the rest of our family.
People, in this family, didn't just come back. They don't just return, without a warning, or at least something, over the last few years. Obviously, I knew that they were all doing well, through social media. I didn't follow any of them directly, but I did have a secret account that I did use so that they would never know that it was me.
They followed me, I knew that, as I had a public account, but I never followed them back. I kept that distance in place, so that they knew. They knew where I stood, even if it wasn't a tangible distance. It was a mental thing, for me though, that I knew there was a distance between us. I knew that there was no going back to the person that I used to be.
