Crossed Paths

Get home/Be safe little brother

Logan's POV

I couldn't shut my eyes without having thoughts and visions pass through my mind. I just laid there and listened to silence. The only thing I could hear was Nalia's steady breathing.

Suddenly I felt soothed as if I was now calm. And it was because I knew someone was here with me.

'Stop, you are better than this, you don't need anyone!' I flinched at the sound of my own thoughts, trying to shake it away.

I stared at the ceiling. Finally, I sat up and grabbed my shoes sitting right next to my feet and put them on quietly. I looked over at Nalia. She hadn't moved so I was safe.

I walked quietly out of her room and made my way to the front door. I heard faint and soft sobs coming from down the hall.

I didn't stop to investigate because I didn't want to get caught. I tip toed to the front door and opened it just enough for me to slip through.

I walked down the street in the freezing cold, middle of winter, and at night. Still completely unsure of what the hell I was doing.

If I went home now, no one will notice me. I won't have to deal with Tucker. I should go home.

My train of thoughts start easing out as I begin walking towards home. Then, the cold starts getting to me through my thin long sleeve. I rub my arms, hoping to keep warmth in them. The walk isn't too far anyways.

The events that have taken place today haven't even occurred to me. Not even the part about Tucker. 'Why did I let Nalia help me?'

I shake my head, not wanting to open a new thought. "I'm fine," I say out loud, hoping to convince myself. The rest of the walk home was blank, mostly because it was too fúcking cold to think about anything other than being cold.

I saw my driveway and started running towards the door, eager to be warm again.
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I rolled over and turned off my phones alarm. Laying in the warmth of my blankets for just a little while longer, trying to hold on to the dream reality for just a little while longer.

'If I get up now, I won't have to face Tucker or mom.' Turning to check the time, I sighed at the ungodly hour. 6:30 a.m.

I didn't push the blankets off, I just slid under them out of their warmth. I stood up and stretched reaching my hands upwards. My joints popped and away slipped the little bit of dream reality as I headed towards the shower.

After a quick shower, I didn't waste time, I got ready and made sure Carson was getting himself ready as well. Our mother is too busy with her stupid boyfriend to care whether or not Carson and I actually get to school. She doesn't even usually drive us to school. So, with it being too cold, I make sure Carson grabs a thick jacket before we walk out the door to the nearest bus stop a couple blocks out. I don't drive the truck to the bus stop since I can't afford to spend my money on gas.

We don't live in town rather the border of countryside and town so the walk isn't difficult. Carson walks with his head down watching his feet. Sometimes I know how to cheer him up, but after yesterdays course of events, I'd rather just pretend I don't realize he's upset.

I distract myself by looking around, pretending to be interested in the scenery even though there isn't anything interesting to me about this town. Small, not too many people, lots of trees, and that's all I see with it. It used to mean more to me, but now it's just a temporary passer by until I can take Carson and leave.

Carson's teeth start to chatter and I look over at him.

"Are you wearing two jackets like I told you to?" I parentally ask.