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 |
"For years, I wished that I longed for you to come back, but I knew why I didn't. I knew why I wanted out of that house so badly. The memories were good, or at least some of them were. But the bad ones, the ones that you teased me in to the point I couldn't breathe, those are the ones that I remember. That's the person I know"
"You ready for the winter competition?" Noah questioned, from the perch he was on his board, as the waves were crashing on the beach behind us, as I trailed my hand in the water. I didn't answer, presuming the question was aimed more at Luke than me, as I hadn't really spoken about it.
I hadn't mentioned it to Shane yet, but I was leaning more towards trying out for the cross country team at school. Layla had convinced me, and I felt like I had to do it. She had begged me the last few days, and it had been a good distraction from the fiasco at the start of the week with my family. True to his word, Shane had kicked them out, but that didn't stop them from stopping by for dinner, unannounced.
Grayson still hadn't taken the hint. The twins were back at college, so they were no buffer. Summer was currently invading Oliver's house, so I couldn't go there. He too, had joined us out here, but was quiet as well. The two of us had always been that way. "Sky, what about you?" Noah pinned his gaze back on me, and I knew I wasn't getting away with it.
I was sure, he could see the way my swimsuit was hanging from my shoulders, the same ones that I had once cared more about building up, were now scrawny and only holding together. This was all due to my 6 year relaxed diet that I had given up the day Riley had moved out of home. I was just glad I wasn't throwing up after every meal, but I was sure that I was only throwing up due to my lack of food.
Riley would be disappointed. So would Gray and Jay. As well as Summer, George and the twins. Shane wouldn't know what to do with himself. Noah would just be worried. Luke wouldn't know who I am anymore. This had been a lifelong battle. I had always had problems with my food, for as long as I could remember. I just didn't need my siblings back in my life, reminding me of it.
I didn't need them around, to remind me of the way they teased me until I couldn't breathe or threw presents at my head. They all watched on, and chose to pick on me because I was small. Well, I was still small. I had a eating disorder, according to google, and probably anorexia as well. I was supposed to tell a trusted adult, but they never spoke about a trusted adult that didn't already have enough on their plate, and didn't need something else to add to it.
"I'm not sure, Noah" I mumbled, and I was sure he was analyzing every single thing I did. I could see it in the way his eyes trailed over me, up and down. Judging, critiquing, analyzing. He saw it all. I should have hidden it better. "You've got plenty of time to think about it" to think about quitting the one thing I've known my entire life, that has only reminded me of every single moment I missed out with my siblings.
