A Deprived Childhood

Three

I abrubtely turn around, to the source of the voice. There behind me, on the dry land of the lake, are two guys. Two who look very similar.

One is tall and has blondish hair. The other one is a lil bit shorter but has orange - brownish type of hair. I come to the conclusion they must be related. What worries me is that I'm not scared the slightest.

I cross my arms around my bare chest, still in the water, and raise my eyebrows. "Who are you?" I say.

"Woah we got a confident crick over here," the one who first spoke speaks again. What is a crick?

"Just answer my question before I slice your throats and feed it to the mountain lions." I say confidently.

The boys laugh but then their facial turns into one of realization. Realize what?

"What?"

"You don't know..." The quiet slaps the other one from talking. "Um never mind."

"He means to say," the quiet one speaks up. "You don't know who we are." He glares at his look alike.

"I am Darren, this is my extremely rude brother Jake." Darren says with a strange but cute accent.

I stay quite, knowing what's coming next. "What's your name?" Darren asks.

I contemplate what would go wrong if I said my name. I don't even remember my last name so I don't think it'll be much difference.

Nobody's knows me and I like it that way, sometimes.

"Antonia," I say slowly.

Darren and Jake look at me like I still haven't finished my sentence. "That's my name, nothing more," I say louder.

They blink and recompose themselves. "Well ok-okay, um..." Jake stares at me, intensely.

That's when I noticed I've stepped out of the lake and have no clothes on. I walk over to my towel and wrap it around my body.

I walk up to the path that leads me to my ''home". But that place isn't my home. Nowhere will ever be. I can't even have a home, making me a disgrace. The orphanage wasn't my home, this isn't my home, my parents didn't even want to keep me in their home. I'm nobody.

I quickly wipe my dry eyes. I can't even cry because all my tears have ran out. I'm immune to any feelings. I'm a vacant body with nothing but unuseful organs, I don't even want to have.  I just want to sleep and never wake up in this boring, mudane world.

My thoughts are cleared once I hear rustling behind me. I turn my head to see Darren and Jake walking behind me. Of course, they would follow me.

"What do you guys want?" I annoyingly ask.
"Well, we wanted to get to know you better." Darren replies.

"Not that we need to get to know your body better because we already seen that." Jake winks. Of course there would be one perverted brother. Darren kicks Jake on the leg.

"Anyway we are by ourselves and we would like to have some company before we ever leave." Darren stares out to space.

"Ever leave"? What does that mean?

I voice my thoughts and ask him. "What do you mean ever leave?"

"I think we should tell her, bro." Jake tells Darren. Tell me what?

"I don't know..." Darren sighs. "Come on, she won't be able to ever leave without knowing and why she is like this." Jake says, seriously which surprises me since he doesn't seem like a very mature guy.

"Tell me what?" I ask, worry clearly heard in my voice. I've never been worried and I don't like this feeling. It's too new to me.

The only feelings or sensations I have felt are of sadness and loneliness. Those are the only feelings I have clearly mastered. I have survived seventeen years like this, I'm used to it.

But being worried is like riding a rollercoaster for the first time. I'm pretty sure I hate roller coasters. The rollercoaster goes to fast and before you know it you are so scared you die of a heart attack. Just like being worried, except I don't think I'll have a heart attack. Hopefully not.

"Well I think we should tell you somewhere quieter." Jake says.

"This place has no one in sight, there aren't even birds chirping. I think we're in a very quiet spot." I argue, I can't take the suspense.

"Well okay at least sit down," Darren says.

I actually do what they say because I can't take it anymore.

"Um An-An..."

"Antonia," I cut him off.

"Well when we called you a crick, crick has a meaning. A crick is a person who is stuck between the afterlife and the real world. We're cricks. We can't leave until something of our past let's us." Darren explains.

"In other words Antonia, your dead and your stuck." Jake responds. "Stuck in the between."
And for the past two years, I finally feel tears coming to my eyes.

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Hey guys. I havent updated this story for a month and im extremely sorry for the ones who read this book. I havent even updated pickup call sorry.

Severe writers block and a busy month Wasnt feeling good either but i finally made it up even if its a short chapter.

Anyway hope you like this chapter.

Luv ya guys. ♥