Dark At It's Brightest

Chapter - 7 - I have a complicated life.

"Could you please help me to get to the bed?" I said and gestured to him to help me. I was relieved when he didn't turn what I said into some dirty joke because I know some guys who would. He took me by my hand and helped me to stand on my one not-hurting leg.

When he sat me on the bed he took my hurting anckle in his hands.

I yelled a little from the pain of mooving it. His hands felt warm and safe.

"I think you might need to go to the hospital..."

"I-I-I..." I tried to refuse but I understood that that would be the best option in this situation so I agreed. "Ok."

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"How did you injure it?" The doctor asked as he lifted my leg.

"Did you believe me if I said that I slipped on my own leg? " I said and looked at Michael so he wouldn't tell anything about this singing in the shower situation since I knew that he had heard that. He just evily smiled at me and turned back to listen to what the doctor has to say. I knew he was going to keep this against me.

"Well... anyways... the leg isn't broken but it's fragile and it can break at any moment if you put weight on it." He said as he cured my leg and banded it.

"So how long do I need to wear this?" I said and looked at the thing that was on my leg.

"For about a week until you can walk without it and the anckle is healed."

Michael helped me to walk out side of the doctor's office and sat me in a chair near. He went inside and when he came out he was holding two cruches and handed them to me.

"These should make it a lot easier..."

"Thanks!" I said more cheerful than needed.

Most of the way home we stayed quiet.

"Do I need to tell your parents about this accident?" I asked as he drove into the driveway.

"They would find out eventualy but I suggest you to keep quiet as long as you can." We stayed quiet for a little moment and then he spoke again.

"My mom would freak out. I mean in fifth grade I broke my arm and she was so freaked out that she had a panic attack. It's for her own good that we don't tell her. And my dad...he's just...my dad..." He said. I was a little confused about what he said but I didn't ask for explanation. I understood that he and his dad had a very complicated relationship.

"Are your parents home? This morning I saw Bruno. We had a... conversation.." I told Michael.

"No they are not and they won't be for the next two weeks... they have some kind of business situation... they left this afternoon."

"How about Emily? Can I tell her or I can just tell her that I'm trying something new by walking on cruches?"

He laughed at my question.

"You can tell her that, but I think the second version is much better and much more believable..." he said in sarcasm.

"Yeah and she would definatly believe me..."

"Knowing her - she would believe. She might even try it herself!"

The atmosphere in the car was more awkward than funny and we both stayed quiet untill he opened the car door and stepped outside. He walked to other side of the car and opened my door. We both walked into the house and went to our rooms.

I layed on my bed like a starfish thinking about this whole situation.

What is wrong with me? Why can't I be just me living my old life with my family in our house in the lakeside? What went wrong? Why can't I stay out of trouble?

I mised my old life so much. I would do anything to get my parents back. And that was exactly what The Man was looking for. In the past I cried every night about my family being kidnapped but now there was this big, empthy hole in me and it grew bigger every second. I couldn't even cry anymore. There wasn't anything to cry out of me.

Once I tried to resist The Man's orders but he just came back stronger back at me and almost killed my brother. I saw his life leaving his eyes when at last minute he relised his grip when I gave up and said I would do the task. My task was to create haos in the middle of a small ceremony. I didn't know what for the ceremony was but I fulfilled the task. He ordered me to create a fire - and I did it. He ordered me to deliver a message to some sort of people. I delivered it and I almost got rapped. He ordered me to stand outside of the mall and wait for some strange men to pick me up and I waited. I would do anything for the people I love.

And he counted on it.

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"Hey! Pack your bags faster. We're going to be late. Hurry up! Hurry up!"I heard my dad scream from downstairs.

"I'm comming! I'm comming."I yelled back..."It's not like we are gonna miss something when we are going on a camping trip..." I said to myself and let out a fustrated growl as I tried to zip my backpack.

"It's only gonna be a few days - she said... You won't need a suitcase - she said..." I cursed.

"Toby! Are you ready?" This time my mom was the one screaming.

"Have been for last three hours..." I heard my brother scream back from the room next to mine.

When I finnaly zipped my backpack closed I looked around the room to check if I got everything I needed.

Sunglasses - check!

Phone charger - check... great thinking Zarah. There won't even be electricity in the forest genius...

Headphones - check!

Mosquito repeller - check!

My favorite jacket - ...

I searched the room looking for the jacket and I found it hung on my closet's door. I put it next to the backpack and looked at it. I knew I couldn't stuff it in the bag anymore.

"Why is this so complex?" I asked myself knowing that no one would answer. Insead I heared the door squeek and I turned around.

"It's because you take too many things... and you don't fold them properly." My brother said mockingly.

"I do fold them and I already took as less things as possible... " I said as he gave me a judgmental glare "Don't judge ok? I have a comlicated life..."

"Are you coming or what? We've been waiting here for hours..." Our parents screamed in unison.

"You've been waiting for half an hour. Don't exagerate." I told them as I walked down the stairs trying to balance my backpack on my back. It felt like carrying a ballon exept it weight at least fifteen pounds.

The ride went well. Our parrents forced us to sing old campfire songs in the car and it was even more annoying that we had to sing every one of them again in the actual campfire in our camping place.

We found a exelent camping place near the lake. The lake looked beautiful when the sun slid away.

"What do you think about this place?" I asked my brother as we both roasted marshmelows by the bonfire.

"Mom and dad is enjoying it... that's good. I guess I kind of like it too."

"Yeah... me too..."

We sat there looking in the fire for a long time. Ate our marshmelows and went to sleep.

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When I woke up I realized that I had fallen asleep and it was already morning. The sun was shining bright through the window right onto my face.

I was still laying on the bed and staring at the ceiling. I layed like that for at least two hours. I was too exausted to move a muscle in my body. I felt like dead except I was still concios and I could move but I just didn't want to.

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